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Well taken care of - BH + EM

Summary: You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer.

"Oh, hi."

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

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You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer. A slamming door from a few trailers away caught your attention, luckily the wind had just blown the door shut.

"Oh, hi."

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

"Hi, I uh-I didn't realise Eddie had company."

"Well, here I am." Billy leaned his hip on the frame of the door as he took his time roaming his eyes over you. "You want me to get him for you?"

"Please." You nodded.

"Hey freak, you got company!"

"Who is it?" A detached voice shouted through from somewhere within the depths of the trailer.

"One of Buckley's girls."

"Harrington?" It questioned with obvious bewilderment.

"No! I'm sorry princess, what's your name?" Billy turned back to you.

"I'm y/n."

"Billy, I said who is it?" The voice came closer.

"Y/n!"

"Oh!" Eddie ran out from his room and nearly crashed straight into the back of the blonde. "Hey!"

"Hi Eddie, I'm actually looking for Robin I was just wondering if you'd seen her anywhere?"

Eddie shrugged and looked genuinely regretful. "Sorry toots, haven't seen her since the bullshit pep rally, she left with Vickie."

You blew out a breath and tried to keep the exhaustion off your face at the thought of walking home. "Okay no worries, thanks anyway." As you turned to go Billy called out.

"Hey, you wanna use the phone see if you can find her?"

"You can't just offer my phone services." Eddie argued indignantly.

"Edward Waylon Munson! We have a pretty little thing looking for her friend in this shithole of a trailer park and you're going to begrudge her using your phone to find her friend?" Billy asked in a falsely incredulous voice knowing it would rile Eddie up, and rile him up it did.

"Of course I'm not, I'm just saying knowing the contents of most of your phone calls I don't want to encourage the same behaviour to anyone else."

"Does she really look like the type to be making promiscuous phone calls to you?" Billy gestured in your direction.

"Looks can be deceiving, I mean look at Wheeler! Chief editor of the school newspaper and yet she has guns, plural, hidden in her underwear drawer and I know for a fact-" Luckily Billy cut him off before Eddie could really get started on his conspiracy about Nancy Wheeler.

"I didn't ask about Nancy, I asked if you thought the pretty girl in front of us looked like the type to make deviant phone calls?"

"I mean-"

"No, she doesn't." Billy answered for him when Eddie looked ready to pull another argument out of his ass. "You're a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?"

"I don't know the proper way to answer that." You answered quietly, cheeks burning under the blonde's unwavering gaze as he teased you further with a wink.

"Why don't you come in babe?" Eddie saved you from his friend's scrutiny and offered you his hand, taking a step back to allow you space to enter.

"Oh I don't want to interrupt if you're busy-"

"Oh please! My blonde haired blue eyed friend is right, it would be remise of me to make you stay out there on your own looking for Robbie." Eddie insisted, wiggling his fingers.

With a hesitant smile and sigh of resignation you took his hand stumbled forward as you were essentially pulled into the trailer, Billy swinging the door closed behind you.

"You can go back to doing whatever you were doing, I'll just be a minute."

"Take your time sweetheart, we aren't in any rush. Phone's through there." Billy pointed towards the kitchen where the phone was attached to the wall.

"Come and grab me if you need any help." The dark haired man offered before springing back to his bedroom to continue tearing his drawers apart looking for the good weed he'd stashed there especially for the smoking session that usually took place between the two boys.

You watched as Billy walked back into the living room and lit a cigarette while waiting for whatever Eddie was looking for before wandering into the little kitchen and spying the phone on the wall, you dumped your bag down on the closest seat before picking up the phone and first dialling the video store where she worked with Steve.

"Family videos, a film for any of your needs right on your doorstep." His monotonous voice came through the receiver.

"Steve! It's y/n."

"Oh y/n hey! I missed you at the pep rally."

"Yeah I was late getting there, no biggie. I actually called to ask if Robin is with you?"

"Rob? No no she said she was going round yours to hangout after the rally. Is she not there?" Steve asked with a layer of concern audible in his voice.

"Uh no I couldn't find her after it ended." You admitted quietly, pressing the phone harder into your ear in a futile attempt to muffle the conversation from the head of curls that had angled in your direction.

"You need me to come get you? Actually where exactly are you anyway if you didn't leave with Robin?"

"I'm fine Steve don't worry, I'm sure she just forgot and went home so I'll try her there." You tried to placate him, not very successfully if the sputtering on the end of the line was anything to go by.

"Thanks anyway Stevie, bye!" You swiftly hung up the phone before he could protest and scrubbed your hands down your face, rubbing too harshly over your eyes in frustration.

You had officially been ditched so that Robin could swap spit with Vickie.

"Fuck." You swore under your breath as you started dialling the number for Robin's house instead.

"Here." You jolted and spun round at hearing Billy's voice right behind you, offering you a pre-lit cigarette as a sort of peace offering for frightening you. You hadn't even heard him get up.

"Oh, thanks." You took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, feeling the nervous edge you had unwind with the deep breath you were forced to take as the smoke filled your lungs.

"No problem." Again Billy held eye contact with you almost unnervingly until he'd backtracked out of the kitchen.

"Buckley residence." Robin's upbeat voice interrupted the moment you were stuck in with one member of the trailer.

"Robin, its me! Where the hell did you go? We were supposed to hang out after the rally."

"Oh shit y/n, my bad! I'm so sorry I forgot you know what I'm like, I was totally going to wait for you but then Vickie was like touching my arm and asking if we could go back to my place and whispering in my ear and I literally couldn't think straight so we just left and-"

"Got it!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom, waving the bag of weed victoriously over his head as he sprinted back through to the living room to a muttered ''bout damn time' from his counterpart.

"Who was that? Where are you right now?" Your friend asked after hearing Eddie's obnoxious bellow down the trailer.

"Does it matter, Robin? I'm clearly not coming over to yours anymore." You started to get annoyed that Robin just left you at the school and hadn't even remembered until you'd phoned her.

"Well are you going to be safe? I can ask Vickie to come and get you and we can drive you home?"

You stayed silent and pressed your fingertips into the corners of your eyes to stop the tears from falling, no matter how much your throat burned or your nose ran.

"I'll be fine Robin, have a nice day with Vickie." You said after hearing her in the background asking what was taking so long.

"Y/n-"

"She'll be fine Buckley." A heavily ringed hand had taken the phone and hung up for you, a hand belonging to Eddie Munson.

"Go keep Billy company babe, I just need to grab something." It seemed the weed they'd started smoking was already taking effect if Eddie's sudden lazy drawl was anything to go by, or the soft pat to your behind as he ushered you into the lounge where the other boy was. You quietly shouldered your bag along the way, not planning on sticking around for much longer since you would now be walking home.

"You need better friends pretty girl." Billy stated as you walked precariously into the room, eyes flitting over the various mugs that lined the shelves of the Munson's living room. His head lolled on his shoulder so he could see you; a lit blunt in one hand and reaching out with his other to nab the barely smoked cigarette he gave you, taking his own inhale and holding it for a few seconds before breathing out.

"I um- I actually need to get going." You said, gesturing to the front door with every intention of leaving when Eddie reappeared, taking your bag off your shoulder and placing it down on the floor beside him as he retook his position on the couch.

"I'm going to need that-"

"No you won't babe, sit down! Take a load off. You've had a stressful morning." Eddie patted the space between him and his blonde counterpart on the sofa. "Promise we don't bite."

Yet Billy was looking at you like he was starving and you were his next meal.

"Sit down." He repeated Eddie's offer with much less choice in the matter.

You licked your bottom lip into your mouth as you made your way between them, slowly lowering yourself down and scooting back to sit against the back of the sofa, both men watching you with an eerie stillness until Eddie (known for not being able to sit still) snatched the smoking blunt from Billy's fingers and took his own drag, shivering with the renewed rush through his system.

"You ever shotgunned before beautiful?" Eddie asked through a cloud of smoke.

"Uh, no." You admitted, turning your head to face Billy when he wrapped a piece of your hair around his finger and pulled.

"You ever tried weed before?"

Again you shook your head and your breath hitched when Eddie's own fingers started wandering along your thigh, his nails scratching along the seam of your trousers.

"Wanna try?" He offered. "Me and Billy can show you how it's done if you want?"

You hadn't realised how long it was taking you to answer or how close Eddie was to you until he curled his tongue out, licking along your cheek at the corner of your lips. You recoiled in surprise as you watched Eddie take his time tasting the hint of your vanilla lipbalm which unfortunately landed you virtually on top of Billy who now bunched your hair in his fist and gently pulled back, exposing the skin of your unblemished throat to both men.

"I'm not sure about this." You whispered meekly, the sensation of Billy running his nose along your neck was starting to visibly affect you, his open lips dragging along the skin making goosebumps rise underneath them.

"Not sure about what y/n? The fact that your own best friend ditched you for some ass?"

"Or believing it's a bad thing how much you're going to enjoy this?" Billy finished Eddie's sentence, his own tongue coming out to curl against your skin to have its taste.

"I-I'm not sure." Your mind officially left any thoughts behind when Billy pulled your head back down to look at them, the hunger in their eyes enough to make a nun blush.

"Just let us take care of you yeah? Nothin' to worry about." Eddie comforted you, leaning forward to finally press his lips to yours just enough to tease and then pull back. "That okay?"

"Mmhmm." You almost whimpered. Billy tsked, tightening his hand in your hair.

"Words Honey."

"Yes." You did whimper this time when Eddie gave his counterpart a playful shove.

"Don't tease William."

Billy merely side-eyed his companion before using his grip to guide your face to him only, stamping his own kiss onto your lips once, twice, three times before Munson shoved him aside to rest his lips against Billy's; gently blowing smoke into his mouth from the drag he'd taken when the two of you were occupied.

The blonde eagerly inhaled prior to turning back to meet your wide-eyed expression, breathing the smoke stored in his lungs into your own mouth and letting you exhale before sealing your lips back together, the sight of his tongue coming out to tease your own muscle making Eddie clear his throat.

"Give me the blunt, you kiss the girl." Billy rasped, untangling his hand from your hair and practically snatching the smoke from Eddie's guitar roughened fingertips.

It was almost comical how quickly Eddie jumped at the opportunity, wrapping his ring riddled fingers around your throat and using his thumb to keep your mouth open for his tongue to slide in, melting into your mouth like it belonged there in the first place. Billy could feel himself hardening in the denim of his jeans at the sight of you two together, connected by a string of Billy's spit that had been left behind.

You all jumped apart at the sound of a knock at Eddie's door. Sharing glances it was clear you weren't expecting any other visitors and at the second round of knocking Billy hauled himself off the sofa, stopping to bestow a kiss to both you and Eddie, storming off to the front door and fling it open to find the traitor herself.

"Well well well, Buckley and the beast."

"Excuse me?"

"What do you want?" Billy was keen to end this conversation as quickly as possible when the sounds of you Eddie doing more than making out starting reaching his ears.

"Is y/n here? She phoned earlier and I think I heard Munson in the background."

"After you ditched her?"

"Unintentionally." Robin stressed.

"Thereby unintentionally dropping her straight into our laps. I assure you she will be well taken care of."

"Eddie!" Your moan floated through from the lounge.

"Is that-"

"She'll see you later."

Billy kicked the door closed in Robin's face and stripped his shirt off, walking through to see Eddie massacring your neck with his hand stuffed down your trousers.

"Move over Munson, you've had her to yourself long enough."

"Ever heard of sharing Hargrove?" Eddie detached his lips long enough to say.

Billy didn't dignify that with a response, just leaned over you and claimed your mouth as his instead, sharing never having been one of his strong suits.

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Three's company and four's a crowd - BH

Summary: Billy won't let Max sleep, Steve is stressed and Eddie needs dating advice.

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Really the trailer was too small for all of them yet they refused to move anyway. Steve sat ramrod straight in the armchair with Billy on the sofa to his right who had Max's head in his lap with her body led out on the couch next to him; Munson refused to join the trio in the living room and was instead clanging around in the kitchen looking for God knows what.

"Hey freak, would you stop with the destruction of my kitchen and get your ass in here?" Billy shouted through the divider just to be irritating, knowing you could hear perfectly fine if someone was speaking to you from the living room.

Steve smacked his shoulder lightly and gave a disapproving tut. "Don't call him that."

"Why not? It worked."

Loath as he was to admit it (so he didn't) it had worked. The shrill clang of pots banging together had ceased and a very disgruntled looking Eddie Munson appeared through the doorway. "Something I can help you with?"

"Yeah, stop destroying my kitchen and sit down."

"I can't, I'm too nervous."

"Ed, your date isn't until later. You have plenty of time to relax before you need to start worrying about anything." Steve said soothingly, always the middle man who stepped in when Billy's jabs were too on the nose to be played off as a joke or Eddie picked the wrong day to hide Billy's hair products.

"You can sit here Eddie, I'm gonna head off for a nap I think." Max tried to get up but was stopped by three voices jumping on top of each other.

"No Red you can't go to sleep, I need you to help me decide what to wear! These two aren't going to be any fucking help!"

"You've barely been here three seconds Max, I feel like I haven't even seen you."

"Sit your ass back down, Munson can sit on the fucking floor." Billy knocked her elbow out that was keeping her pressed upright so she fell back down to the couch and pulled her back up so she was resting on the pillow he had over his lap, gently tangling his fingers through her red curls in consolation for jolting her.

"Why do I have to sit on the floor, why can't I sit where you are and you sit on the floor?" Eddie asked grumpily, already knowing the answer when Billy looked up at him sharply, all softness from observing Max swiftly evaporating.

"Dizzy," Billy pointed at Steve who steadfastly refused to meet his accusatory finger. "Currently being haunted by an interdimensional monster who's trying to suck out her eyeballs and turn her into a badly decomposed skeleton," Billy gestured at Max who tried to roll her eyes but the impact was lost when she was interrupted by a yawn. "Still stiff from having the slime puppet of said interdimensional monster rip through most of my flesh and then have it sewn back together again." Billy finished, eyes daring Munson to find something to argue with out of that.

When he couldn't come up with anything concrete Eddie huffed and looked away, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he strode towards the front door. "Screw you Hargrove, I'm going over to my place to try on everything I own."

"Oh relax would you? You could show up naked and serenade her with Metallica and she'd still look at you like you hung the fucking moon."

Eddie stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "Really?"

Billy lolled his head over so that Eddie could understand the full stupidity of the question he's just asked. "Might I remind you the last douchebag she dated was Jason Carver. I'm pretty sure even Harrington would be on the cards for her, and he's somehow become a single mother of six."

"Fuck off dickhead." Steve flipped him the bird which Billy grabbed and tried to bend the wrong way which earned him another light smack to the shoulder.

"Okay, I'm leaving you two to your flirting. Red, I'll be back for you later."

"Mmhmm." Was all Max could get her sleep addled brain to come up with. Every time she was about to fall into the sweet precipice of sleep one of Billy's fingers would wrap around one of her curls and pull enough to rouse her from her slumber. Every time she'd groan at him earned her a soft massage of the area he'd just pulled; all for the cycle to repeat again a matter of minutes later.

"Billy I have a headache." Max whispered, turning over so she was facing the sofa in the hopes of blocking out some sunlight. "Please let me go to sleep, just for 10 minutes or so?" She begged him.

"I'm sorry Max," all traces of teasing were gone from his voice, "We can't risk it."

"Billy please!" Max begged, the wobble in her voice causing a sharp pain in her brother's chest.

"Alright Max, you're okay. You're due for some more Advil anyway." Steve placated, hauling himself up from the armchair and balancing his way into the kitchen to find the redhead some more painkillers and a glass of water. By the time he returned to the living room Billy had tugged Max further up so her head was hidden in the crook of his neck, his own blonde curls obstructing any light that may agitate her headache further.

"Keep your eyes closed, just turn your head, okay? Stevie's got you some water and tablets to make you feel better." Reaching around his sister Billy held his hands out for the glass of water and two Advil that Steve held in his hands and carefully poured the water for Max to drink, giving her one pill at a time until they were both gone before setting the glass down and coaxing her back into his shoulder, one hand cupping the back of her head to keep her tucked into his neck while they waited for the painkillers to start working.

"Thanks Steve." Max whispered a few minutes later when the infernal ringing in her ears had finally come to an end.

"Don't mention it kid."

"For the love of God Harrington, would you eat something before you flake out? I don't know if it's obvious but I'm not exactly in a position to jump up and catch you if you start falling." Billy regarded Steve warily. Apparently Steve was completely unaware that while he was stood watching Max to make sure she was feeling better he'd begun to sway on the spot, the lack of a proper meal over the last few days finally taking its toll.

"I'm fine-"

"There's leftovers in the fridge, Susan's lasagne. Not as good as mine but its hot food all the same."

When Steve continued to stay put Billy tossed his head towards the fridge, seemingly breaking Steve out of whatever trance he was in. It was only when he heard the microwave start that Billy turned away from the kitchen and refocused on Max who's shoulders had finally come away from her ears.

"How you holding up shitbird?" He asked softly, words barely disturbing the baby hairs coming out of Max's ponytail.

"Better." She breathed, eyes remaining closed. "When can I go to sleep?"

"Not till later. We're trying to keep you awake until the others have killed this 'Vecna' creep so there's no chance he can find you. I know it probably sucks but we don't have any other ideas right now." Max grunted and stretched herself further over Billy's lap, resting her head on his opposite shoulder which almost made her cradled in his arms.

"I hate Vecna." She whispered, shivering when Billy gently squeezed the skin at the nape of her neck to try and ease any tension lingering there.

"Preaching to the choir sister." Steve agreed readily, walking back through to his self-proclaimed armchair with a plate of warm lasagne and a bread roll which he threw unceremoniously at Billy; knowing he couldn't catch it with an armful of Max so had to let it bounce off his forehead and roll into her lap.

Max felt round for the bread roll and held it out to Steve who shook his head and pointed his fork back in her direction. "Fill your boots, you'll feel better if you have something to eat."

"Pot, kettle Harrington." Billy snorted. Steve flipped him off and aggressively shoved another forkful of lasagne into his mouth.

Max's hands shook when she tried to tear a piece of the roll off so she couldn't put up much of a fight when her brother took it into his own hands, ripping a piece off and touching it to her fingertip for her to take, the effort needed to raise her arm to her mouth feeling herculean as she chewed slowly on the segment of bread.

"So, who's Carver's latest squeeze then?" Billy's chest vibrated against her temple as the conversation picked back up around her once she'd swallowed and taken another section pressed to her fingers.

"Chrissy Cunningham."

"No after Chrissy. Tommy said he saw him with another doll on his arm when they were in Melvalds looking for a Bible or something."

"Haven't seen him, although it's probably Anna Jakobi."

"Who?"

"You know, the cheerleader? You slept with her enough times."

"Gross." Max muttered in between bites of bread roll, Billy rolling his eyes in faux exasperation but secretly pleased Max was feeling well enough to jest at his expense.

"So what happened?" Billy asked after faintly pinching Max in retribution.

"Chrissy and Jason were dating for two years, Chrissy found him cheating on her and broke it off. Turns out it was Anna Jakobi he was cheating with but kept her around ever since in a weird bid to make Chrissy jealous and ask for him to take her back. Man what a mess that was." Steve sighed, remembering first hand how the aftermath of that one had gone down.

"Shit, really?"

"Really, in a turn of cosmic justice Anna Jakobi is also cheating on him with Mark Lewinski."

"Lewinski? That meathead never even got off the bench."

"And to think I nearly went on a date with her!" Steve shook his head at the thought of what might have happened to his all important street cred.

"Oh the horror, what would you have done big boy?" Eddie made his reappearance known as he strutted round the corner dressed in a relatively new pair of black jeans (bandana-less), a black buttoned shirt with his staple leather jacket over the top. He held his arms out in a what do you think gesture.

Billy shrugged and gave an approving nod, focus shifting to Max when she tried to sit up to lean moreso against the arm of the sofa instead of on him.

Steve was similar, though he did stand up after leaving his now empty plate on the coffee table and try to straighten out Eddie's shirt, brushing over some of the creases with hands.

"You are going to iron this before tonight, right?" He asked just to be on the safe side. Eddie gave a non-committal hum, he would if he could be bothered. Billy whispered something in his sister's ear (Eddie highly suspected it was something to do with him if the snort she let out was anything to go by) which encouraged her to hesitantly open her eyes, upon realising the light no longer caused a pulsing behind her eyelids Max began taking in her surroundings, landing on Eddie last of all.

"Well Red? You are a girl after all."

"Good spot you fucking moron." Billy murmured, allowing Max to flick him once on the shoulder before gently grabbing her hand and bringing it back down to her lap, leaving his hand on top of hers so she could play with the rings he had on.

"Looks good, definitely needs an iron though."

"Fuck."

"I don't know why you're so worried its not like she hasn't seen you in less already."

"That was a one time thing, this is an actual date to start an actual relationship." Eddie stressed, tugging harshly on the bottom of his shirt to try and avoid having to iron it.

"Dude if the constant DnD games and referring to yourself as 'the dungeon master' hasn't put her off-" Steve started.

"Not to mention your obsession with corralling teenage boys into the school basement to join you against 'the cult of Vecna'." Max added.

"Thank you for that addition Maxine." Eddie nodded sarcastically, narrowly dodging a shoe Billy threw at him in retribution.

"-then I really don't think the wrong outfit is going to screw you up."

Nodding to himself it seemed Eddie had finally talked himself up to actually going on the date, clapping loudly to cement the decision and grabbing the keys to his van.

"Alright, lets do this. The shire-the shire is burning bright for the Munson Empire." He said seemingly to himself. Billy and Steve looked at each other before shaking their heads in mutual confusion, content not to have a clue what their metalhead friend was talking about but going along with it anyway.

"Boys, I will see you later. Red I want you by the phone available for last minute advice whenever I need you."

"You have an Uncle in your own trailer that can help you with this, you do realise that right?" She asked, genuinely concerned he was suffering with some kind of amnesia.

"Uncle Wayne is not a female, Max, or he would be called Aunt Wayne." Eddie bent down to be eye level with the redhead, unfortunately also getting within arms length of her big brother she was still resting against. Billy grabbed hold of Eddie's collar and pulled him past Max so they were centimetres away.

"Watch the attitude dickhead, I will send you on that date with a black eye."

"Okay, lets all just take a deep breath. We can go on our dates or shower or eat or whatever we want to do without the need for bodily harm, thank you Hargrove." Ever the peacemaker Steve joined the trio and tried unpicking Billy's fingers where they were curled into Munson's shirt with no intention of letting go.

"Max, little help?"

The girl sighed and covered Billy's hand with her own. "It's alright Billy, he didn't mean anything by it."

"Didn't he?" He was not convinced.

"No no, just joking around." Eddie gulped when the hand tightened. "Which I will not be doing in the future."

"Billy come on, I want to go on a walk." Max slowly swung her legs off the sofa and down to the floor, using the arm Steve outstretched for her to balance while the feeling came back to her feet. All at once Eddie's shirt was released and Billy was on his own feet, both hands hovering either side of Max as she shuffled forward should she stumble; however the sudden loss of pressure meant the other two boys collapsed face first on top of each other into the sofa, much to the amusement of Billy if his poorly hidden smirk was anything to go by.

"You're a real gem you know that California?" Eddie's muffled voice called out, pushing Steve off him to right himself and finally head towards the door to leave.

"I aim to please."

"Go Eddie, go have fun on your date before Billy tries to send you there in a body bag." Steve waved him out, pointedly not looking at the head of blonde curls that had turned to face him.

"Wish me luck! I love you and leave you!" Eddie bowed with flourish and eventually left, racing off to Starcourt to meet Chrissy.

"Fuck he's weird." Max breathed, taking small steps to the front door and holding on tightly to both Billy and Steve when they offered her an arm to get down the steps of their trailer.

"Pfft, try sharing Dustin duty with him you haven't seen anything yet. I'm telling you they are as bad as one another you don't know the half of it; when Billy's complaining about you not listening or whatever, let me tell you that those two? Ten times worse with no sense of danger at all-"

Steve went on rambling as the three walked around the trailer park, stopping when Max needed a break and heading back once they'd had the all clear that Vecna was gone and Max could finally go to sleep. It seemed the exhaustion had officially caught up with her as Billy ended up giving her a piggy back ride back to their place and led her back on the sofa, happy to let her snooze while Steve bumbled round in the small kitchen to try and make them some semblance of dinner.

Tomorrow Steve vowed to stop by his own house and pilfer from the groceries there, in the mean time some seasoned chicken with vegetables was going to have to do since that's all the edible food left to choose from.

One day he'd teach them about basic food staples when they went shopping. One day. For now he was happy to play chef and watch as Billy brushed his fingertips along the soft skin of Max's forehead, always gentle enough not to wake her.

Maybe he was getting better at this whole brother thing.

[randomperson351]

Your links are working perfectly and open in the app if you go through the app.

Thank you so much!

[randomperson351]

I need a favour!! Can some people please try the links on my masterlist and tell me if they open either through the internet or through the app?

I'm really hoping they open and redirect you through the app instead of through a browser.

Follow up, if they do open through a browser does anyone know how to add links so that they open through the app?

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Idk if you're still active but can I request a teen!reader x venom where they get saved often enough from thieves that they start recognizing them, you can choose that they're Tony Stark's kid (I know a bit odd, but I'm a bit obsessed rn) or the reader is in their teenage angst years. You don't need to do this immediately

Hi there, still here! Hope you enjoy this one, actually was quite fun to write! Thank you for the ask and let me know what you think.

Unconventional Circumstances - Venom x Stark!reader

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"Seriously Stark? I'm going to start thinking you want to be dismembered."

"Hi Dario." When you swallowed the gathering spit in your mouth the knife held to your neck pierced the thin skin and warmth trickled down and pooled in your collarbone. "Long time no see."

"Where's your black slimy friend? Finally get sick of you?"

"I'm hoping he's just late."

"Lucky me." Dario smiled, eyes drifting down to follow the blood staining your neck. "I could get a lot of money for the ransom of a Stark."

"Hey! Stark's kid was ours first." A shout from the end of the alley called out.

"Not anymore! Go back to the hole you crawled out of Fitch, I'm sure this one will be back tomorrow anyway." Dario turned back to look at you, keeping the cold steel close to your throat. "Maybe I'll let him have a couple of your fingers as a keepsake, hmm?"

"I don't think that'll be happening unfortunately, hate to burst your bubble."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Well my black slimy friend happens to have eaten your friends and is stood right behind you."

Knowing what was going to follow you quickly squinted your eyes closed and turned away as much as the knife allowed; although the squelching sounds made it impossible not to know that Venom had eaten the head from your attacker. As soon as the pressure from your throat disappeared you dared to reopen your eyes just in time to feel Venom's slippery tongue lave against the cut on your throat, licking away the blood that had dried there.

"Eww! Venom why did you do that?" You exclaimed, using the sleeve of your coat to wipe away the sticky residue.

"You were bleeding! I was only cleaning you up before notifying your father of your whereabouts and what you have been up to. Again."

You sighed, kicking the stones on the pavement beneath your feet. "Are you really going to tell him?"

"That this is your fifth time in as many days almost being made into human sushi? Yes little one, he must know."

You shook your head. "He won't care."

"Walk with me."

"I don't think that's a good idea-Venom!"

With an inhuman jump Venom had wrapped an inky tendril around you and lifted you to a rooftop, lowering you gently to your feet.

"You think a father wouldn't care that his only daughter is trying to get herself kidnapped?"

"I'm not trying to get myself kidnapped."

"Then what is the purpose of going into alleyways where you know bad guys are waiting? They know you by name, little one, and I can't stand to watch you get hurt."

"I know you can't, dad's more concerned with his protégé-"

"The spider boy." Venom said with disdain.

"Yes, 'the spider boy', so the only time I get to have a conversation with anyone who actually sees me is when I get to see you."

"Well why didn't you say so?"

"What?" You turned to face Venom as he sent out another black tendril but started transferring into you instead of letting go, the body he was occupying falling gracelessly to the ground.

"Now we can be together when you run into trouble and I get reliable meals every night." His voice echoed through your head.

"Sounds like a plan." You shrugged whispering to yourself, though you knew Venom heard you when he wrapped a little part of himself around your wrist like a bracelet.

"What, exactly, sounds like a plan?"

"Dad!"

You whirled round to find the very unimpressed face of one Tony Stark staring back at you, head tilted.

"Mind explaining what escapade you've been up to tonight? I swear one day you're going to give your mother a heart attack." He stepped forward as he spoke, closing the distance between you both.

"I just needed to clear my head."

"In one of the most dangerous parts of the city?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I was perfectly safe."

A yell travelled up through the night sky from below, "Hey Stark, when I get my hands on your kid they're dead! The psycho killed my whole crew!"

Tony looked back at you with raised eyebrows from where he had turned to face the criminal down below. "The work of our slimy little friend was it?"

"Little?" Venom squawked indignantly in your head.

"Dad he's well over seven feet tall and can throw a car through a building, I really don't think small is the adjective you should be using."

"Thank you very much." He huffed.

"Hmm, so he's got a mean swing for an alien, that doesn't mean much nowadays."

As Tony turned to go back down the stairs on the side of the building Venom lashed out a tentacle and whipped him across the back of the head, quickly retracting it when he whipped round to accuse you.

"Did you just?"

"Hmm?" You questioned innocently, hearing Venom chortling was not helping you to keep a straight face.

"Something hit me, on the head."

"Deny, little one, deny."

"I didn't see anything." You shrugged. Even though he looked unconvinced, Tony turned around and kept walking anyway.

"We must eat the spider boy."

"No Venom."

"I have a sudden craving for two legged arthropods with a name that rhymes with 'heater larker'."

"I said no, we can come back tomorrow and see who's around. I'm pretty sure on Tuesdays Knox goes round to check on his businesses, he knows me from a mile away."

"Knots it is."

"No, Knox. He's a person, we've met a few times. Accidently."

"Come on kid, I wanna beat the rush." Tony ushered you down the stairs, interrupting your silent conversation with Venom.

"What rush is there at 10 o'clock at night?"

"The same kind that gave you that cut on your neck I imagine, now lets go."

"Does this 'Knox' know you by name?"

"Oh I should think so."

"Perhaps we had get better acquainted then, the sooner the better."

Even though Tony admittedly wasn't happy to be sharing a house with a parasite, he had to admit it made his life easier when the crime rate dropped by 60% because all the criminals were being eaten for an evening snack. He figured a few slaps to the back of the head were worth seeing the new happiness in his kid that he hadn't seen for a long time, even if Peter refused to come over now from the time Slinky almost bit his head off when he wasn't looking.

Whatever the reprimand was from you, it was enough to dissuade him from trying again. If Tony had to guess, some serious grovelling had been involved based on the fact that the next day two boxes filled with chocolate had been delivered along with some kind of apology note. The seemingly permanent black bracelet was back on your wrist as well; order had been restored.

Momentarily anyway. Tony heard news of a new gang in the area, and if the energy coming off you at the dinner table was anything to go by, they wouldn't be sticking around long enough to cause Tony any problems anyway.

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Tis the season - TR + LD

Summary: Liam has homework to do, Theo loves to pester him about the Christmas tree and Corey is about to have a breakdown.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

"Liam?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you want this at the top or bottom?"

"What?"

Theo rolled his eyes and dropped the hand holding up the decoration. "Would you get in here so you can actually see?"

"I'm busy!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it." Theo muttered, slinking silently from the living room into the bedroom where his wolf was frantically trying to complete his English paper before his lesson on Monday. It was testament to how deep in his head he was that Liam didn't hear Theo even when he was right behind him, leaning over his shoulder to see how much more he had left to write.

"Come on sweetheart-" Theo ignored the jolt Liam gave that almost took out a row of his teeth -"the Christmas tree needs your artistic eye."

"Theo I told you, I'm busy. I have to get this paper done by tomorrow or I'll never get it done in time and I can't afford anymore extensions in school, Mrs Martin has already-"

"Done barely enough considering what you've gone through. I'm sure she'd be understanding considering the circumstances."

Liam turned his head back and looked at Theo incredulously. "What circumstances?"

"Spending our first Christmas together!"

"Theo, I can't-"

"You're too stressed, you're not thinking clearly. Come on, come and relax with me wolfie." Ending the conversation Theo plucked Liam from his chair and threw the lithe body over his shoulder, ignoring the shriek of indignation and claws digging into his back.

"Foreplay later Liam, we need to finish the tree first."

Setting the beta down on his feet in the living room Theo spun him round to see the excellent work he had already produced. Liam had to nod begrudgingly. Theo had done a good job with the tree, it was just the ornaments left to go on.

"You start the decorations, I'll get us something to drink." Theo pressed a kiss to Liam's lips and left to the kitchen, crashing around until he found their hot chocolate mix.

After making sure to add additional marshmallows, Theo set them down on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around his boy who had mainly finished the tree and was typing something on his phone.

"What's going on Li?"

"It's Mason, wants to know if he can come round later to see us before him and Corey leave for their holiday."

Theo tucked his head into the scruff of hair at Liam's nape and inhaled deeply, barely suppressing a moan at the unfiltered scent.

"Why not? Tell him to bring Corey too."

Liam nodded and went about replying, quite happy to let Theo do his strange nuzzling as long as he didn't try to bite his neck again. There had been severe consequences for that.

Liam's phone buzzed again. "Mason said they're with Brett and he wants to come round as well."

"If he wants to keep all his limbs attached to his body I think he'd better give it a miss."

"It's probably only for the essay, Brett got set the same one."

"Well that doesn't matter because you're done with the essay for today, aren't you? The tree looks great so why don't you go lay on the sofa while we wait and we'll put a movie on."

"Theo I just have one more paragraph to do and then I'll be done." Liam turned to face the chimera with his best puppy eyes.

For a minute or two Theo just stared at Liam, eyes moving lazily over his face as if cataloguing every minute change, picking up on the shift between begging to frustration to anger to resignation to a sliver of fear.

Theo smiled.

"Of course little wolf, what a good idea." Giving the werewolf a squeeze to his hips Theo let him go and stepped back, tilting his head to the side as he watched Liam's thick brows pinch in confusion when he couldn't get more than a few steps forward. "If you can get there."

Looking at the floor Liam then noticed the almost miniscule line of black powder in a circle in front of him.

"Mountain ash?"

"Told you you were smart. You didn't think I actually believed you when you said it was only a paragraph, did you?"

"When did you even have time to do this?"

"Earlier, before I came to get you. I knew you wouldn't be persuaded to stop for a Christmas tree so I had to take matters into my own hands. Isn't it a good job I did? Trying to leave me on my own."

Liam's eyes flashed as he tried to take a breath and calm down, fists balling and quickly reddening from the claws buried in his skin.

"Sit down Li, I'll find a movie."

It was dangerous for Theo to turn his back on the wolf but with the mountain ash he knew Liam couldn't go anywhere. Mason arrived shortly with Corey in tow who stared in awe at the Christmas tree lighting the corner of the room. Admittedly the growling werewolf sat rigidly on the couch did dim the atmosphere slightly but when they'd all sat and got stuck into Home Alone he perked up considerably.

Theo got up to get some more snacks from the kitchen and turned around to see his chameleon stood sheepishly in the doorway.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I just um, I wanted to run something by you and Mason convinced me to do it before we leave for our trip so I won't be thinking about it the whole time."

Theo turned to face him fully. "What's up?"

Corey let the door shut behind him as he moved fully into the kitchen to stand opposite Theo. "I've been having some issues with controlling my power."

Theo nodded but stayed silent, waiting for Corey to elaborate.

"I can't seem to change on command anymore and other times I don't even think about changing and then Mason's looking for me when I'm stood right behind him."

"And you're coming to me for advice?"

Corey shrugged and looked at the floor bashfully. "I just figured since you, kind of-"

"Made you into this?"

"That you might know what's going on with me."

Blowing out a breath Theo picked up a bag of crisps before turning back to his beta, placing a hand on his shoulder. "If I'm being honest, I'm not sure. The dread doctors didn't exactly give me the full run down of each species they were creating or the side effects. But, I'll do some looking and see what I can find, I'd imagine it has something to do with your anchor."

"But Mason-"

"Can still be the best thing that happened to you and yet your anchor might change anyway." Theo curled his hand around Corey's nape. "We just need to find out what it is."

Eventually Corey nodded in agreement and the two left the kitchen with snacks in hand. Mason immediately opened his arms for Corey to sink into, a weight visibly lifted from his shoulders while Theo pressed into Liam's side dotting kisses across the side of his face.

Liam's phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Brett: Hey man! Don't worry about your paper on Monday, I'll finish it for you since I'm not doing anything.

Liam lolled his head to the side to look at Theo from the corner of his eye. "What did you do?"

Theo shook his head in innocence. "I don't know what you mean, Li. Maybe Brett has started a new chapter in his life where he isn't a total fuckwit."

"You really expect me to believe that?" Liam jerked up when Theo kissed the pout from his lips.

"No, we both know a tiger can't change it's stripes."

"I meant you, idiot. You really think I believe you had nothing to do with this when you trapped me in the living room with mountain ash and made a rose from the tongues of inmates at Eichen House?"

The chimera stared silently before a smile cracked his lips, leaning in so only Liam could hear him whisper, "and there's more where that came from."

The brush of a tongue against his ear sent a current of fear down the wolf's spine.

A tiger can't change it's stripes.

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Meet the parents - MH

Summary: Malia can't believe you would betray her like this, and with her own father.

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There was something wrong. Malia could sense it as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. There was the sweet ringing of your laughter but it was combined with a deeper male chuckle and the scents coming from the apartment were all wrong.

Surely this couldn't be happening, things had been going so well between you two recently.

Preparing for the worst Malia turned the door handle and craned her neck round the door, finding the very thing she was afraid of.

"Oh hey Lia!"

"Malia, I wondered when you might be joining us."

"What are you doing here?"

"Parental concern. I was going to go looking for you but then I met this wonderful young lady here, who is an absolute delight by the way, and decided to stick around until you got back."

Malia stepped all the way through the door and closed it with her foot, eyeing you with a look of betrayal at letting Peter into your apartment to stain the couch with his expensive cologne that was currently burning her nostrils.

"Sorry." You mouthed to her and shrugged, biting your lip to contain the smile that threatened to burst at the disgruntled expression on her face.

"What are you even talking about anyway? I could hear you laughing from outside." Begrudgingly Malia set her bags down and flopped practically all the way over you, swinging her legs up to rest her socked feet over her father's legs. You wrapped your arms around her middle and gave her a squeeze, pressing a small kiss to her forehead in greeting.

Peter smiled at the adoring look on his daughter's face as she leaned up to get a proper kiss from you, contentment rolling off her despite the blase front she was putting on. His hand found its way to the exposed skin on Malia's ankle and rubbed at the smooth surface, pleased at the way she melted even further.

"How I'm planning to make sure this one becomes my daughter in law."

Malia balked at first but then softened the more she considered it; coming home to you bundled on the couch waiting for her, shared kisses under the moonlight of a full moon, making dinner together in the late hours of the evening.

"Well who's to say I haven't already planned something?"

"You don't have to lie Malia, we were just joking." You whispered in her hair, although she caught a subtle dip in your scent.

"I wasn't. I think you're it for me."

You didn't know what to say, you could only stare at her earnest expression with rapidly glistening eyes.

"Really?"

"I hate to break up the love confessions but I do feel, as father of the bride, that I should get a say in at least the gifts of the wedding."

"I haven't even proposed yet." Malia told Peter, wiggling her toes when he tried to massage the balls of her feet.

"Well you'd better get on with it because she is coming into this family whether you do it or I do."

Malia looked up to you in doubt, caressing your hands that were still wrapped round her. "You sure you want to join whatever this is?"

"Mmhmm." You nodded.

Lifting herself up to press your foreheads together Malia took a moment to breath you in deeply before smiling to herself and giving into the temptation to press soft kisses to your cheeks, finally taking your lips and starting what was really an inappropriate make out session in front of a parental figure but she didn't pay Peter much mind when she had your tongue licking against hers.

"What about a spring wedding?" Peter mused. "I've always loved the flowers that come out in spring."

"That's for me and my fiancé to decide, father. You can set the gift list." Turning back to you Malia licked along the seam of your lips, sneaking in a kiss before you pushed her away with rapidly reddening cheeks, suddenly aware of Peter watching you both.

"But I have great taste!" He remarked offended.

"Which is why you're in charge of the gifts, so we only get the good stuff."

"I guess it will do for now." He sighed. "If you're seriously going to do this you'll want to get in touch with Derek so he join your bond and officiate you into the pack."

"I'll text him tonight." You agreed.

"Now will you please leave so I can have sex with my girlfriend?" Malia begged, using her feet as leverage to kick him off the couch.

"I think you mean fiancé."

Peter narrowly missed being assaulted by his daughter's shoe on the way out.

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The Witcher

A Witcher and his Witch* - Geralt, his witch, a bathtub and some alone time. You can guess what happens. Oh, Jaskier is there as well.

Sleep easy, little lark - Jaskier has been travelling with Geralt for many years now, even up to Kaer Morhen some winters when he feels he can make the trip. Geralt always sleeps easily and frequently for the first few weeks, surrounded by his brothers and his bard. It's how he notices that Jaskier hasn't been sleeping, and he's going to find out why.

Or 5 times Geralt notices Jaskier is in a bad way and the 1 time he does something about it.

You’re my favourite kind of noise - At a tavern Geralt hears one too many jabs at his bard. He decides then and there, they’re going on a holiday.  

Hands of steel* - The Witchers find out about Jaskier’s torture, they’re not happy.

Gratuitous hurt Jaskier fic where the Kaer Morons make it better.

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Venom

Chocolate brownies - Venom isn’t having a great time so you make him some chocolate brownies. Venom feels better now thanks to his tiny human, and he’ll make sure you feel better too.

Humans are vulnerable - Venom freaks out when Eddie visits and you’re ill, he must help his little human!

You’re dying! - You have your period, Venom thinks your dying. Comfort ensues.

Anniversaries come with confessions (Requested) - It’s been a year since Venom bonded with Eddie, and you decide to set up a party for them, with another little surprise too.

Mix ups (Requested) - Venom makes a joke that goes too far about your speech impediment, but can he find a way to fix it?

Merry Holidays (Requested) - Christmas cuddles!

Marco, Polo (Requested) - Venom x blind!reader with sensitive hearing.

Through Heaven and Hell (Requested) - Venom comforts reader struggling with depression.

Hospital - Venom doesn’t like hospitals. He likes to make this clear.

Unconventional Circumstances (Requested) - On an evening stroll gone awry, Venom comes to save the day as usual. 

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Bucky Barnes

Bucky cockblocking your dates - After you and Bucky broke up he regrets nothing more and is counting on his ability to win you back, even if he has to scare a few guys into an early grave to do it.

I’ll get you back - Things between you and Bucky haven’t been great recently, could this be it? Prequel to Bucky cockblocking your dates.

"You finally want that dance?" - Bucky finds you after 70 years apart, and he's got a promise to keep.

Any day now - Bucky didn't think he could have the life he does, and he's grateful each and every day.

Bucharest (Series) - The Winter Soldier and The Sparrow are laying low from Hydra in Bucharest. Together they learn how to reintegrate into society through simple tasks.

Biker!Bucky

Carwashing with Biker!Bucky* - A lil headcanon/drabble thing of Biker!Bucky encouraging you to maintain your car.

Poke, poke, poke, kiss -  A lazy early morning with your cheeky beefy man.

40′s Stucky x reader

We did good - Life living with Bucky and Steve has been good, great even. They offer you a night with them, could it change things between you for good?

Demon!Bucky 

Clean - Bucky hates when people are mean to you, so he makes it all better.

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Theo Raeken + Liam Dunbar

Theo Raeken x reader 

Studying - After Theo was pulled out of Hell he still had to graduate, but for some reason he just can't seem to take anything in.

“Is this real?” - It's just one of those nights for Theo; a horrible, crushing night. And he needs you to keep the demons of his own mind away.

Stepping stone - When kidnapped by the dread doctors and drugged, Theo takes it to his full advantage to find out everything he can about Scott's pack while making a brand new chimera; and this one will not be a failure.

Liam x reader x Theo 

Save her - An encounter with the hunters leaves Liam desperate and turning to an unexpected resource for help.

Theo x Liam

Madhouse -  Eichen House is home to some of the most disturbing people (and creatures) in history. One of these creatures is Theo Raeken, who happens to be completely besotted with the beta of the Alpha he tried to kill that got him here in the first place. Who said romance is dead?

➡️Turn them away - Theo adjusts to his new life with Liam, they have a few hiccups along the way, but that’s to be expected when one of them is an escaped psycho with serious attatchment problems.

➡️The Spider and the fly - Sometimes it’s a good thing to have a psychotic chimera obssesed with you, they can often get you out of tricky situations, they might even end up saving your life.

➡️The Puppy Pack’s circle of trust - Brett’s alive, Theo’s not a fan, Mason just wants people to listen. There’s also a kiss.

➡️Tis the season - Liam has homework to do, Theo loves to pester him about the Christmas tree and Corey is about to have a breakdown.

Dinner’s ready - (Available only on A03, link provided) Liam maybe isn’t coping as well as he thought with being the newly designated Alpha of Beacon Hills after the war, but through Theo’s eyes.

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Billy Hargrove

Lifeguard -   Being the only Wheeler child that isn't doing anything, your mother (Mrs Wheeler) asks you to come and get her from the pool, but you leave with something much better.

Present at the door -  You are trying to study but the doorbell keeps ringing, causing you to go down and investigate what someone needs so late at night, and boy are you glad you did.

Are you still my girl? -  Yourself and Billy had a fight at one of the house parties you'd been invited to, while walking home, your good friend Steve picked you up and invited you to go with him to the Byers' house with the rest of the party. Little do you know, Billy always has his ways of getting to you.

My boyfriend’s back -  After an argument leaves a sour taste in Billy’s mouth he decides to come and find you.

Wake up call - You and Billy get an unwelcomed wake up call too early in the morning.

Comic book store      Comic book store (Part 2) - Billy's concern for Max when she is late leaving the comic book store could lead him to the best decision of his life.

Study Break - Billy comes round your house for some fun and finds you studying, but Lord knows he can be persuasive when he wants to be.

“I had a nightmare.” - Max has a nightmare and tried to sneak out to see you as you're the only person that can help with them, but Billy catches her before she can.

Frustrated - You aren't exactly yourself and Billy notices.

“Rough night?” - Billy crawls through your window for the third night in a row, wanting nothing more than to escape with you.

Specs (Requested) - Billy needs help to raise his science grade, will he get something else to go with his higher grade?

Motel 6 (Requested)** -  Billy gives Hannah the lesson of a lifetime at Motel 6.

Home (Requested)* - Possessed Billy is almost at the point of no return, but with the help of his best friend he remembers who he is, and he knows where he belongs.

Billy and Hopper HC - HC of Billy and Hopper bonding over their shared hatred of Mike dating Eleven after Billy has decided to unofficially adopt El as his little sister.  

Black and blue - Billy sees Max bruised up when picking her up from school. Questions and brotherlyness ensue.

Billy the cook -  Now that he’s back, he’s determined to be the biggest papa bear that there has ever been.  

Nap time - Steve can’t say no to his brats. Billy can.

Hiding in plain sight ** - There is a monster hiding in the woods, and he’s very happy to see a certain familiar face.

Three’s company and four’s a crowd -  Billy won't let Max sleep, Steve is stressed and Eddie needs dating advice.

Well taken care of (Mungrove x reader)- You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer.

"Oh, hi." 

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

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Michael Langdon

Angel of Death - After a trying day of interviews, Langdon's favourite person appears to make him feel better.

Becoming the Antichrist - Staying over with your boyfriend was not as fun as you thought, from sweating all night to not being able to sleep, Michael tries to make sure you are as safe and well looked after as possible.

Saved by Satan Himself - When Dandy goes on a rampage killing all the freaks in the freak show, there is only one person you know can keep you safe.

Interview     Interview (Part 2) - Your interview with Michael Langdon leaves you lost for words.

First Impressions - Michael and his wife have to judge the inhabitants of Outpost 3, and Michael worries a little too much about who he has to impress.

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Alfie Solomons

Message Delivery - Tommy sent you and Isaiah to Camden to deliver some things to Alfie, but you don't always get along. So when Isaiah ditches you at Alfie's door, he takes a liking to you.

Russians -  After being invited by Tommy to go to the Russians party, as always there was business to attend to.

Cyril    Cyril (Part 2) -  Tommy finds Alfie alive, and in return for some men Alfie wants his dog back, but that isn't all he gets when he meets you.

Polly’s Daughter -  When some of the Shelby's go to Alfie's bakery for a meeting, they also meet his assistant, who looks extremely familiar.

Polly’s Daughter (Part 2) - Y/n struggles to forget the interaction with the Shelby’s, Alfie tries his best to help.

I’ll take your pain away -  Alfie helps you through the pain radiating from your body.

Miscarriage - You tell Alfie you've had a miscarriage.

Little Lizzie (Requested) - Alfie catches his daughter with a Shelby, he'll make sure it's the last time.

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A little bit of chaos - Ledger!joker

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“Mommy look a clown!” Your little baby squealed excitedly at the man leaning on the alleyway wall. “Look mommy!”

“Honey come on, leave the poor man alone.” You were rooting around in your handbag looking for your car keys when your 3 year old decided to stop in the middle of the pavement in awe of the man in front of him.

“Are you a real clown?” Eli asked with a tilt of his head; as the weeks went by he was beginning to go out of his way to speak to people and discover new things, both a blessing and a curse.

The man leant against the wall stood up straight and came out of the shadows, the white of his face clearly visible in the dulling light of day.

“As advertised. The joker, at your service.” He did a dramatic bow in front of the strange little boy who found him causing a round of giggles. “Now what can I do for you, ankle biter?”

“Eli! Let’s go we need to get home.” You held your hand out for him to take, not sparing a glance at the so called ‘clown’ he’d found. 

Your son took your hand but tugged on it to get your attention. “Mommy please, just one trick?”

“Time is a-ticking, toots.” The man spoke, at which point you lifted your head to look at him. With a relenting sigh, you agreed. 

“Alright alright, one trick but then we have to go.” 

Your son cheered loudly and the man showed his teeth in an odd way of smiling, licking at the corner of his mouth.

“What do you say Eli?”

“Will you do a trick for us please Mr Clown?”

“A magic trick?” He asked with a lilt on the last of his words. Your little boy nodded. 

You watched curiously as the man with the painted face performed a few card tricks for Eli, sending him into fits of giggles each time he pretended to bite his fingers when he pointed at which card was his.

After 4 tricks, Eli gave a yawn and you decided it was time to go home. 

“Okay Eli, say your goodbyes.”

“Thank you Mr Clown, do you need some money for the tricks?”

“You just call me the joker kid, I’ll see you around.” 

“Wait!” You called him before he could jump away from you; you fished out a 20 dollar bill and handed it over. “For your trouble.”

The clown crumpled the bill in his hand as his unblinking eyes watched the duo walk away from the shadows. He may have just found the chaos he was craving.

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Hiding in plain sight** - Harringrove.

Summary: There is a monster hiding in the woods, and he’s very happy to see a certain familiar face.

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Steve was going to kill those fuckers. 

His boyfriend had seen the glowing tree in the woods and goaded Carol and Tommy into daring the recently reappointed King Steve to climb through and see what was on the other side. Now Steve, Steve has already had his fair share of seeing what was on the other side, fought it with a bat in fact. But does that stop a thoroughly pissed off Steve from climbing through anyways to shut his moron friends up? No. It should have. But no.

The other side was red and stuffy, the portal completely sealing off the voices behind him until they were nothing but murmurs. Steve decided he was just going to take the safe route and stay there for a little while; do some looking around, maybe do a bit of stretching but staying firmly near the exit should an emergency arise (as they often did in this place). 

Unfortunately this would be easier said than done. A swarm of demobats came hurtling right for Steve’s head, some of their sharp little claws scraping across his back in the process. Steve leapt to his feet and went springing forward, getting further and further away from his only exit and deeper into the woods in front of him. His back stung something nasty when another bat landed on him, only to be viciously ripped off when a vine wrapped around his foot and sent him sprawling to the ground face first.

“Ow.” He whimpered, running his tongue along his teeth to feel if any were missing. He happily came to the discovery that his teeth were all still in his mouth, but there was still a vine attached to his left ankle that didn’t look as if it had any intention of letting go. Steve gave an experimental tug (which was not a good idea) which enticed the vine to wrap further around his leg to his knee, and drag him further into the forrest. 

With the demobats gone Steve’s scream for someone, anyone to come and help him echoed through the dense woodland all the way back to his own ears. When the vine finally stopped pulling him, Steve’s beloved polo was rucked up beneath his chest and he could feel his stomach bleeding onto the dirt below. That’s gonna be a bitch to disinfect.

“Tommy!” Another vine wrapped around his right ankle, slithering its way up his leg as the left one had.

“Carol!” They twisted up to cover Steve’s thighs.

“Anyone!” He was desperate to get away from the vines getting dangerously close to his unprotected crotch, trying to army crawl away with his free arms with no success. He opened his mouth to call again when someone answered him. 

“Easy Bambi, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

Steve froze. He knew that voice. That voice was supposed to be dead, dead and buried. He closed his eyes and hoped it was all a weird dream, he’d wake up in a drunken haze with a skull splitting headache and a vow to never drink again.

“Stevie.” The voice taunted, rounding on Steve’s prone form until it was coming from in front of him. “You can’t get away from me that easily.”

Blue eyes met his as soon as he dared to open them. Squatted before him was none other than Billy Hargrove himself. The ghost. The dead man. The myth. 

“There he is, back for more little Stevie?”

“No-”

“One time not enough for the pretty princess?”

“No, just-”

“Aww, sweetheart you shouldn’t have.” Billy cooed in a condescending tone, flicking his wrist to make the vines flip Steve on his back and carry him back to Billy’s little fortress.

“I just need to get back to my friends!” 

“Not so fast pretty boy.” 

The vines came to an abrupt halt and sent Steve sailing through the air into a familiar bed of darkened leaves and moss; more vines trapping his arms above his head and holding down his middle. “You know the price of freedom.”

“You know how well that worked the last time.”

Billy shrugged. “Worked well enough for me.”

Steve grit his teeth and struggled against the vines, inadvertantly scrubbing his injured back into the leaves.

“Stop it.” Billy placed one of his heavy boots against Steve’s vulnerable groin to still him instantly. “The pretty princess is going to hurt himself.”

"They'll come looking for me."

"Not till I'm done with you." Billy pressed his boot down harder until Steve was hissing in a combination of pleasure and pain-Billy's specialty. When he believed Steve wouldn't try and do something stupid, he released the boy's crotch and relished in his sharp inhale.

"I think it's time we go somewhere a little more comfortable."

Steve could only groan, eyes fluttering to see the blonde's wicked smile as the space around them turned into a bedroom, one identical to the one he'd been in before, laying on a much more comfortable bed with his hands still tied up by his head.

Billy was stood at the foot of the bed looking down at his prey, black veins traversing up his skin and rippling beneath the surface watching Steve wriggle to get loose.

The restraints on his wrists tightened, joined by vines creeping up his ankles beneath his traitorously loose jeans, slithering against his bare skin. Billy almost shivered as they reached Harrington's soft creamy thighs, licking his lips like he was tasting the boy. The unyielding pressure snapped the seams of Steve's jeans and boxers as other smaller vines came up to take the clothing away leaving Steve exposed once his top had been ripped off as well. 

Billy undressed himself and crawled up between Steve’s legs until every inch of their skin was touching, Steve hissing once again as Billy’s belly melded to his own scraped up skin. He was huffing and puffing when the smug face finally came into view, directly above his own.

“Painful?”

“Obviously, you are the one who dragged me along the hard-ass ground to get me here.”

Billy ground their dicks together. “Enough of the attitude Bambi, yeah?”

“Well get off then!”

“You still owe me from last time, and I intend to get what I am owed.”

The vines attatched to Steve’s ankles wrenched his legs apart, Billy sinking down nicely between them as he weaved their mouths together, unable to stop himself from writhing closer to Steve’s warmth, his thudding heartbeat pushing blood through his veins down to his steadily rising dick. As Billy claimed his mouth Steve felt something prod against his hole, it was small and slick; too small to be a finger, not to mention Billy’s hands were currently on his chest or wrapped around his throat.

Steve jolted as the slimy thing managed to wriggle its way in, detaching himself from Billy’s relentless mouth and trying to move away from the thing buring itself in his ass. 

“Just relax Stevie, I need you ready for me.”

Steve ignored him and gave another fruitless jolt as the thing started expanding, massaging his walls in a frighteningly pleasurable way with its thrusting and wiggling. A hand planted itself in the middle of his chest, holding him still. 

“Look Stevie, just relax and let me get you nice and loose or I can fuck you dry, hmm? You’re already doing so well, why ruin it now?” 

Billy’s condescending tone brought him back from the edge, enough so that he could try and limit the jumps and pulling that he was doing, although that remained an impossible feat once the vine had reached his prostate and began rubbing against it like a cat. Whimpers, moans and keens were punched out of him with each thrust; Steve was mercifully close to the edge when all the sensations stopped as the vine slithered out of him, hooking teasingly on his rim.

“Sorry pretty boy, you gotta wait for me when you cum.”

“I hate you.” Steve panted.

"Not for long."

Billy eased his cock into Steve’s warmth torturously slow, dragging out every milimetre of pleasure until he’d sunk all the way in. He laughed as the brunette gasped when he began thrusting relentessly, a full belly mocking laughter that created goosebumps on Steve’s skin. 

Billy dipped his head and ran his tongue along Steve’s stomach, feeling each contraction when he made the wounds sting and subconciously clenching down on the blonde’s dick. When he’d finished Billy lowered himself back down so he was completely covering Steve again, mixing their saliva together as they kissed making him taste his own blood as their tongues swirled together.

“You gonna cum for me Stevie?”

He was already painfully close to the edge from Billy’s version of foreplay and the constant rubbing on his trapped dick wasn’t helping much either.

“Come on Bambi, together. Let’s do it together.” Billy licked at a tear trailing down Steve’s cheek.

The brunette let out a soundless gasp as his hips pressed flush against Billy, cumming violently against the other boy’s stomach. Billy followed in much the same pattern, filling Steve with his warmth and collapsing down on top of him. 

The boys panted while they came down from their respective highs, the vines unravelling themselves from Steve’s wrists and legs.

“That was fun.”

Billy chuckled and rolled them over so Steve was led on top of him with a sleepy, sated smiled on his face. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it pretty boy.”

“Thanks, for doing it for me.” Steve said almost shyly, moving his face away from Billy’s gaze despite the fact that his eyes were still closed. Billy pressed two of his fingers underneath his Bambi’s chin, eyes lighting up when they met two endless pools of glossy brown.

“Out of everything I want to do to you, this was pretty tame Stevie, not gonna lie.”

He snorted and ran a hand over his face, exhausted from the night’s activities though blissfully aware the scrapes on his stomach had healed up from Billy’s touch.

“I should go.”

“Yeah or, you could stay with me for a snuggle?”

“Jared’s waiting for me.”

“What if he wasn’t?”

Steve narrowed his eyes at Billy’s innocent smile. “What have you done?”

“Relax Stevie, he won’t remember a thing. Hopefully.”

“Billy!”

Steve forgot the rest of his protest when he was rolled over onto his back and kissed all over, swiftly leading into round two.

Oh well, Jared would be fine.

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Nap time - Harringrove

Summary: Steve can’t say no to his brats. Billy can.

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So Steve isn’t great at taking care of himself. He will forgo all of his basic needs if one of his little kretins needs him; with the drop of a hat he’s in the beamer with his breakfast getting soggy on the dinner table.

The runts hated when Steve and Billy got together (apart from El and Max the little angels) because they lost their immediate-no-questions-asked-I’ll-be-there-in-5-minutes ride from Steve. If he was in the middle of breakfast or Billy was ripping Steve’s shorts off so he could get to his, the kids had to wait for Steve to finish first (literally) before he would even respond to their calls.

It was the same with taking over the Harrington house for their DnD nights. If Steve was alone they would stay until 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, snacks and a hot meal provided, and then get a dutiful ride home from an exhausted yet paranoid Steve worrying that if he went to bed then one of the kids wouldn’t make it home and that would be his fault. However if Billy was there, everything was finished and packed away by 9pm, dinner provided, and the rascals had to make their own way home and then call to say they got home safe while the older boys got ready for bed.

It was Billy’s way of getting Steve to take better care of himself. No it didn’t work all the time, but it was a start when Steve was able to set boundries with the kids of his own volition. And when he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no, that was when he relied on Billy to step in. 

Steve had spent all day playing chauffeur for his runts and he was exhausted, almost faceplanting the dinner Billy had come over to oh-so-kindly make for them. He barely made it through the first movie cuddled up into the blonde’s side when the phone started ringing. 

Naturally, it was the DnD rats.

“Why can’t Eddie give you a ride?”

“Well he can but Chrissy’s gonna be there.”

“I’m sorry, that is a problem how?”

“Uh, it’s going to be uncomfortable Steve.” Dustin patronised down the phone that Steve found ripped out of his hand.

“Find your own way home, we’re busy. And don’t call again.”

“Billy!” Steve admonished when Billy put the phone down on Dustin. He merely shook his head and linked an arm around the brunette’s waist to tug him up.

“C’mon Stevie, it’s late and you’ve had a long day being taxi driver to those little assho-”

Steve’s glare cut him off. Billy couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the pout off his lips.

“It’s naptime bub.”

At Billy’s gentle tone Steve relented and allowed the other boy to pull him up the stairs and tuck him in first (pyjamas having been applied long ago) before crawling in behind him and tucking their bodies together.

“You promise you’ll wake me if they ring.” Steve mumbled, on the cusp of sleep.

“I promise Bambi, sleep. I’ve got you.”