Kings And Queens

Kings and Queens

Summary: Bethany Sullivan might uphold her nice girl status pretty well, but also she can’t keep that queen bee crown with just sugar. Billy Hargrove learns this the hard way. Or, alternatively, the one where Beth puts Billy back in his place.

Steve Harrington x oc, Billy Hargrove x oc (one-

sided)

warnings: not smut but there are a lot of sexual innuendos and overtones

a/n: this one's for you, Fiona.

The first thing Billy Hargrove noticed when he moved to Hawkins, Indiana was the utter lack of excitement in the tiny town. There wasn’t a beach in sight and the town had only one mall. He thought he might die of sheer boredom. Hell, that sounded better than suffering another second in this Cow Shit Town.

His opinion shifted only with the second thing to catch his eye in Hawkins. That thing had the prettiest pair of legs he had ever seen, a voice like smooth honey, bubblegum lips, and a banging body small enough that he didn’t doubt for one second that he could lift her right over his shoulder with little to no effort. He could already feel her soft golden hair between his calloused fingers, her smooth legs around his waist. Billy shivered with delight at the dirty thoughts already racing through his mind. He’d always had a thing for blondes, and this Indiana Babe put the Golden Coast Girls to shame. He had to have her. Billy Hargrove always got what he wanted; she wouldn’t even know what hit her.

It didn’t take long at all for Billy to learn as much as possible about his mystery blonde. The dumb, freckled, and eager-to-please kid in his history class named Tommy almost snorted the moment Billy showed an interest in her, but spewed information nonetheless.

Bethany Sullivan, as he soon learned her name was, was just the kind of girl Billy wanted to have on his arm and under him in the back of his Camaro. As if her stellar looks weren’t enough, Beth sat atop the social ladder. If Billy was going to mingle with some Midwest bitch, he figured the head cheerleader and homecoming queen wasn’t a bad place to start. Only, Tommy had warned, Beth didn’t date. Maybe a college guy here or there, but there wasn’t a single guy in Hawkins she had accepted a date with. Billy laughed at this. He wasn’t a Hawkins boy, and he didn’t take no for an answer.

Billy put his plan into fruition at Tina’s Halloween Party. Like something straight out of Billy’s fantasies, Beth strolled into the party with her equally gorgeous girl friends. His mouth dried at the sight of her, dressed fittingly as a pristine white angel accompanied by sultry redhead and promiscuous brunette red devils at each shoulder. The costume was just a little too short for an actual angel, but Beth could still easily have been one. God, Halloween was a beautiful holiday. As Billy downed the rest of his beer, he decided then and there that tonight was the night. Their little cat and mouse game, fun as it was, needed to end before Billy died from the need to touch her. He wasn’t leaving this party until he either had her under his arm or a night at the drive-in theater scheduled. Nothing could stop him now, not even that Bambi-eyed fucker Steve Harrington everyone seemed so fond of. In Billy’s eyes, Steve was not an equal opponent. He saw Steve as a pretty boy with his daddy’s money in his pockets and very little to actually show for himself. Tommy Hanson had a big mouth and was a little slow, but he did know Steve just about as well as anyone in Hawkins. So, when he reported that Beth was the one thing Steve had once wanted but never got, Billy knew he was doing something right. Apparently, if Tommy wasn’t confusing a real house party with a wet dream, even he had once swapped spit with the blonde beauty- and Harrington hadn’t. Billy gobbled up Tommy’s gossip with glee, happy to know that Beth really was uncharted territory. He was more than ready to conquer her.

He caught her on the dancefloor. Billy turned the charm up and tried as casually as he could to boast about his new title.

“I saw you taunting Steve earlier. You should be nicer to him,” she drawled, frowning.

Billy chuckled lowly. He didn’t quite understand why Beth gave two shits how he spoke to Harrington, but he was willing to play along if it  got him into her skirt any faster. If Billy wasn’t so self-absorbed, he might have noticed she was sweet on him. 

“Okay,” he said. “I’m really only here for you, anyways.” Beth swirled her cup of unidentified alcohol around and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really?” “Mhmm. How ‘bout that movie, sweetheart?” Beth took one last glance over at Steve and Nancy in their matching costumes, swallowed hard, and forced a coy smile. “All right, Hargrove,” she said. “You can pick me up Friday at 7.” With a soft, ghost of a touch to his exposed chest, she disappeared into the crowd once more. Billy allowed himself to celebrate with even more beer, with no way of knowing that he would be incapacitated on the floor of Joyce Byers’ kitchen come Friday at seven o’clock.

Still reeling from his non-date with Beth, Billy strolled into the Harrington backyard on New Year’s Eve with a bone to pick. He heard Steve had shacked up with the one girl he’d made it pretty clear he wanted. 

If either Beth or Steve received any warning that their party had been crashed, they likely would have left the hot tub much earlier than they did. Their smitten, lovestruck bliss instead left them too absorbed in one another to notice the sudden parting of the crowds like the Red Sea to Moses. “Steve,” she insisted, trying not to smile. “C'mon, you’re gonna catch a cold out here. Let’s go inside” “Just a little longer?”

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head. “You can, but I’m going to go get changed, all right? I want to be warm by midnight” Steve glanced down at her skin, where his thumb circled absently, and thought how little he wanted to see her in anything else but that yellow bikini. She slipped from his grip, though, with the promise of a fresh drink when she returned- fully dressed this time- and a sweet peck to his lips. He watched her disappear with a smile on his lips and a semi hard-on in his swim shorts. Beth had no sooner returned to the back patio in dry clothing than she noticed a very unwelcome figure standing next to her boyfriend on the grass by the hot tub. Fuming, she stormed over to the two boys. Beth was the first to speak.

“Who the hell invited you?” She looked disgusted enough to chill even Billy’s spine. He wasn’t going to back down easy, though. “Hey there, princess,” he cooed. “Lookin’ good.”

Beth ignored Billy’s affections, instead handing Steve his beer, as promised.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

The healed scars littering Steve’s brow and chin from his last encounter with Billy were enough to keep his temper in check. Despite his brutal defeat, the animosity between the two teens had yet to fade out entirely. Steve didn’t care what Billy thought of him, but he would have died to protect the people he loved. Even if they begged him not to.

The only thing Billy wanted to destroy was Steve and Beth’s relationship. He was surprised it took as much as effort as it had; girls tended to fall into his lap, no matter who they were seeing beforehand. Beth was different.

“Just wonderin’ when you were gonna cut the shit. I mean- look at him! What’s he got that I don’t? Just let me-“

If Billy had meant to get a reaction out of her, he’d just struck gold. Beth turned abruptly away from Steve to face him head-on. She sauntered over to him, hands placed firmly at her hips.

“I’m glad you asked,” she said, smiling. “Steve has me, and you- well, you showed up here alone, am I wrong?”

He clicked his tongue to his teeth as if amused, but inside Billy was churning. No girl was worth this sort of humiliation. Leaving now, though, showed defeat and Billy wanted to win.

“Why so uptight, babe? Is Harrington here not enough for ya-? You just need a real man. Maybe that’s why you’ve been such a bitch-“

She’d had enough. Beth’s bemused smile melted into an unreadable line. A soft giggle escaped her, and she stepped as close to Billy as possible. Her voice came out soft:

“See, what I think you’re forgetting, babe,” Beth was touching his face, lingering so close with a voice so sickeningly sweet that Billy thought for a fleeting moment that she might kiss him. Instead, the hand that had been absently combing his hair yanked back sharply so that his throat bared and he had no choice but to look her dead in the eyes. Her honey eyes were swimming in a dark swarm of calm anger. The sight sent Billy’s blood cold. “Is that this is my town. You hear me, you piece of shit? I gave you a free pass on Halloween because you were new, but now you’re going to answer to me.” His eyes widened in a lethal force of anger and raw arousal at her brazen attitude. Beth was out for the blood, and there wasn’t a soul- not even Tommy- dumb enough to step in and save him now. She was the town’s wet dream, an endless supply of spank-bank material, a sort of taboo daydream that left you aroused and ashamed for even thinking such a thing about such a nice girl. It was times like these, though, that squashed any doubt as to her social monarchy.

“But,” he wriggled in her grip. Billy could clearly see the crowd of interested party-goers that had gathered to watch his social execution, but none of them made any moves. “Harrington- keg- I-“ A laugh so unexpected and harsh passed her lips that Billy thought he might have jumped in fright if she hadn’t been holding his head still. 

“Oh, my god,” she hissed. “You really are dumb, aren’t you?” Billy blinked up at her. Social hierarchy was perhaps one of the few things he thought he really understood. In Hawkins, it seemed, he was dead wrong. “That doesn’t mean a goddamn thing, Hargrove. What, you think because you can guzzle beer faster than a certified alcoholic would even dream to that you’re suddenly hot shit? Please! “Stay the fuck away from me and my boyfriend. I don’t think I even need to remind you what would happen if you bothered those kids either, no? Your little stint was amusing while it lasted, but it’s over now. If I so much as see your face around here again, you won’t even be able to find a gas station willing to sell you a pack of cigarettes. Understood? He swallowed harshly. Under normal circumstances, Billy would have laughed at her, maybe even spat in her pretty little face. Now, he could see the murder in her eyes. He nodded eagerly, solemnly, as if signing his own death certificate. “Good,” she said, grinning devilishly. Beth set him upright, pat her palm against his chest, and sent him merrily on his way. Over his shoulder, with her arms crossed triumphantly over her black sparkly dress, she called out to him one final time: “Hawkins is a matriarchy, and don’t you forget it!” The dust from their verbal brawl settled fairly quickly once his demise was set in stone- or rather, in the hardness of her scowl. Beth melted easily back into Steve’s waiting arms. “Damn, that’s my girl,” he said, fully awestruck. He was sure he was in love now, if he hadn’t been before. Giggling, she planted a wet kiss to his plump lips. Steve pulled her in for another hungry kiss, grinning. Sweet Beth melted his heart, but that side of her was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His girlfriend sure knew how to start the new year off right.

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STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Max Mayfield

HARRY POTTER

marauders era

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Peter Pettifrew (maybe?)

ships:

Marlene McKinnon x Sirius Black

golden trio era

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Seamus Finnegan

Dean Thomas

Oliver Wood

Draco Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Charlie Weasley

next gen ships

Teddy Lupin x Victoire Weasley

IT

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Ben Hanscomb

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

Cheerleader

Summary: Steve’s feeling neglected by his parents, but his girlfriend’s always right there to cheer him up.

Steve Harrington x female OC pairing

warnings: angst, allusions to sexual activity, mushy fluff

a/n: requested by the lovely @casaharrington . This took me forever and a day to finish, but I hope it was worth the wait!

Steve didn’t know why he expected anything from his father or where that tiny sliver of faith he had in him came from. His father had never given Steve much. Any small promise Mr. Harrington tossed at his son fell empty. In hindsight, Steve should have known that his father couldn’t be bothered to get involved in his life a long time before he actually did learn. Probably should have learned his lesson the day his Dad shirked his third grade Career Day and left Steve feeling embarrassed and unimportant. Then, his eight-year-old mind couldn’t fathom that, maybe, he really was unimportant in his father’s mind.

Now, although on the cusp of adulthood, Steve clung still onto that little shard of ignorance like a stubborn child might refuse to sleep without their safety blanket. Not once- not even when he outplayed several upperclassman for his spot on the varsity team as a freshman- had either of his parents bothered to actually watch their son in action. It had only ever mildly disappointed him before, so why did he care so much now? Why had he allowed himself to think that tonight would be any different?

Steve was used to Dad disappointing him. He eventually came to the bitter conclusion that until he no longer served as a disappointment to him, he would be disappointed in return.

Half-heartedly tossing a ball back and forth with Todd Ackerman, Steve tried his best to keep his pregame spirits high. The surrounding bleachers slowly filled with his peers and people from across Hawkins who came to cheer on one player or another. Although surrounded by people, Steve had never felt lonelier as he realized that his parents were nowhere in sight.

Steve only partly listened to Todd’s attempts at small talk. His mangled mind mistook the concern in his friend’s brow as an echo of the disappointed scowl he received from across the dinner table the night before. For someone who he saw so little of, his father sure took up some prime real estate in Steve’s insecurities.

He thought over the previous night’s dinner conversation. Steve replayed the scene in his mind while going through the motions of warmup.

“So, Dad. We’re playing Northern tomorrow,” he had said casually.

Steve forked absently at his peas, craving some form of praise. With Billy Hargrove benched after an altercation on the court, he finally felt like he was back at the top of something.

Between his lackluster transcript and last year’s fall from social grace after his falling out with Tommy and Carol, Steve Harrington felt like an entirely different person from the King Steve he once was. The new Steve didn’t command attention from those around him, and often didn’t get any in turn. Secretly, though, he had hoped that generalization excluded what he did on the court.

After all, Steve didn’t think he was good at much. He accepted that his essays were subpar at best and that his jealousy often interfered with his relationships, but he counted on sports as the one thing that he was really good at.

From across the mahogany table, his Father merely huffed in acknowledgement. Nervous, Steve pressed the matter further.

“Are you coming, uh, to the game? It’s tomorrow”

His father paused momentarily, cocked an eyebrow, and promptly returned to his dinner plate:

“We’ll see, Steven.”

The words rang around Steve’s head like a prayer. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t a no. He just really wanted to prove himself. What better way than to score the winning shot against Hawkins’ biggest rival?

“Harrington!”

“Hm, yeah?”

“C’mon! Let’s get out there and kick some Titan ass!”

As the cheerleaders assembled on the sidelines, tossing around green and white pom-poms, Bethany found herself distracted by the sullen demeanor of her boyfriend. She frowned. Steve always seemed in his element at games. Something was off today, though.

He scanned the crowd as a last ditch effort to find his father. Instead, Beth, standing in the center of it all, caught his eye and broke into a grin sweet enough to warm Steve’s cold spirits, if only a little. She looked adorable in her cheerleading uniform; he liked her in green. Her blonde locks were curled and pulled half-up into a dark jade bow. Altogether, that pretty little skirt and that smile he loved so much which always tasted like strawberry, it sent a spark of white heat up Steve’s spine with the notion of what he wanted to do to her- with her- later, when he got her alone.

Momentarily, Steve forgot all about the new promise his father had broken. He started the game with a smile, comforted in part by the knowledge that Beth would cheer him on just a little bit louder than the other cheerleaders.

Despite the heavy pump of adrenaline dispersing through his veins, Steve fell from his excitement pretty soon after sinking the final, victorious shot of the game. It took one glance over the bleachers to confirm his fears. His heart sank. Dad never showed. Wiping sweat from his brow, Steve wanted little more than to retreat to the locker room for a pity party in the showers.

The warm reception he received from his teammates and friends, instead of fulfilling that gap of loneliness he felt like it usually did, only made him feel even more miserable. The Pope himself could congratulate Steve on yet another win and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing unless it was coming from his old man, too.

He made his way through the wave of gratitude with only half a heart. Part of him knew he should have been just as excited as the rest of the team, - maybe even more so- and yet Steve wasn’t looking any more forward to the Playoffs he had just guaranteed them a spot in than he might like one of his mother’s stuffy dinner parties.

Steve dragged his feet to the locker room, stalling before the inevitability cold return home. He could already picture his father perched on his living chair, unphased by his entrance, not caring or not knowing how his son felt, or perhaps swept away from Hawkins on another last-minute business trip. His bruised ego tempted him with the half-used bottle of tequila he kept under his bed and a night in with his sorrow.

No sooner had Steve revamped his beeline for the showers than Todd flagged him down in the hall. Amy, the redhead he recognized as one of Beth’s girl friends hung off of him, giggling softly.

“Hey, man. Reed is throwing a party to celebrate. You in?”

“Maybe I’ll drop by later.”

“Oh, all right. Great game, Harrington!”

“Thanks. You too”

He watched his friend disappear down the hallway with a sigh. A party sounded like the last thing he needed. Steve didn’t feel much like celebrating tonight. He’d rather just drink alone in his room. No matter how many winning shots or passes Steve pulled off, it was never enough. He didn’t feel good enough for his own father. How pathetic was that?

“Steve!”

The familiar voice lifted his spirits some. Steve turned his head to find Beth, her golden hair reflecting off the cheap fluorescent lighting like an angel’s halo, standing with her arms wrapped around herself. She exhaled slowly.

“What’s wrong? Is it your Dad again?”

She hadn't needed an answer. One of the many things Beth loved so much about Steve was his deep sense of loyalty, of faith. His father and, in her complacency, his mother, too, were the  anomaly that made Steve’s greatest asset also his Achilles heel. Beth already knew the answer.

“I just,” he exhaled. Steve tugged at his sticky-sweat hair, kicking his feet against the wall for good measure. He knew he likely looked like a toddler midway through a temper tantrum, but Steve couldn’t be bothered to care.

Hell, he thought bitterly. Maybe I really should just start breaking shit. That’ll get his attention!

Steve, however, had already tried acting out to grab his Dad’s attention. It failed when he punched Johnny Cross right in the nose for no real reason, when a five-person party turned his backyard into a possible crime scene, and again when he took the blame for Tommy H and Carol’s obscene spray paint job on the Hawk.

When the police started asking questions about Barbara Holland a year ago, most of Steve felt a deep fear of his father’s punishment. The vulnerable parts of him, on the other hand, felt a demented delight in the attention it earned him- even if it was for all the wrong reasons.

“‘My father is-“

“An asshole. I know. So you’ve said.”

Beth approached him slowly. She glanced up at him, her eyes soft with concern. Despite the height difference, Steve slouched easily into her touch.

“What did he do now, Steve?”

She grabbed at his hands, squeezing them in reassurance. Just her presence made Steve feel touched by angel. Bits of heaven dripped from her fingertips, her lips, and in her embrace Steve finally felt worthy of something ethereal. In the simple shine of love in her eyes, he finally saw a boy worthy of something as holy as her golden heart. She might not have been perfect, either, but Steve really thought she was an angel sent for him. It didn’t matter what his father, or anyone else for that matter, thought of Steve Harrington as long as Bethany Sullivan looked at him in that way that made him feel invincible. Steve swore that was why Beth was his saving grace.

“He promised… um, I thought he was coming to the game. He lied to me. Jesus, I mean, I bet he doesn’t even remember there is a game tonight! Am I really so unloveable that my even my own Father doesn’t want to be seen with me? I wasn’t good enough for Nancy-“

“How can you say that?”

Beth’s heart dropped down to the floor, beaten and deflated by the sight of her goofy boy so downtrodden. She always understood that Steve and his parents had a cold, complicated relationship, but she never imagined that it hurt him so badly.

“Come on, Beth. It has to be me, right? Everyone’s always leaving me. Nancy, Mom and Dad, my old friends… This feels like one hell of a coincidence”

Steve tried to swallow past the gumball lump in his throat. He didn’t want to cry in front of Beth. Not because he saw it as a sign of weakness, but in compliance with the tiny voice in the back of his mind- his Father’s voice- that told him that she would only find it pathetic and leave him, too.

Rubbing stray tears into the pad of her thumbs, Beth cupped her hands to his cheeks and held his gaze firmly on her. She had to lift up on the balls of her feet to reach his eye level, but Beth didn’t waver one bit.

“That’s not true, Steve. Nancy just didn’t know what she wanted. I do think she should have handled it a little differently, but I know she didn’t intend for any of that to happen. You did the right thing by telling Tommy and Carol to shove it. I never liked them. Not since 1972, when Carol ruined my favorite dress and Tommy told the whole class I kissed him behind the swing sets-“

“I remember that,” he says. Steve’s eyes lit up slightly at the memory.

If being abandoned was a series of coincidences in Steve's life, then his run-ins with Beth as kids was another. The pair were friends in preschool; Beth was pretty sure her Mother still had that framed photo of them squished cheek-to-cheek hanging in the hallway. Steve remembered perhaps more than Beth did. Years later, when asked, he might cheekily remark that he gave her his heart as a gap toothed six-year-old and he never truly needed it back.

“Ms. Gardner gave me a time out for cutting off Carol’s ponytail. And I swear Tommy was sneezing sand for weeks after you pushed him-!”

She calmed her laughter, rolling her lips nervously inward. Beth stroked his cheek in soothing circles. Her emotions teetered somewhere between a cry and a laugh.

“You’ve always wanted your Dad to be someone he isn’t, Steve. Even back then, as kids…

She sighed.

In his mind's eye, Steve saw Beth again as the bright-eyed girl who, back in grade school, silently wiped his tears and offered up her last cookie just to see him smile. His heart swelled with undeniable love for her just as it had then.

“Look, I’m not defending him. In fact, I think he needs a reality check himself, but I just want you to look at this in a different way. Your father, his actions- they don’t reflect on you. You are a good person, Steve. The fact that your Father didn’t want to be here tonight doesn’t mean that you’ve done something wrong or that you aren’t enough. It means that he doesn’t even realize what an amazing son he’s got. And I feel sorry for him.

“Your Dad being gone doesn’t have anything to do with you. It says a whole lot more about him than it does about you. You know that, don’t you?”

He hadn't considered the possibility, but Beth made it sound clear as day. Thinking, he rested his chin atop her head, arms scooping her closer. His bottom lip trembled. He didn’t deserve her.

“Do you really mean all that?”

“Of course I do, Steve”

She flattened her chin against his chest and held his gaze with doe eyes full of sincerity and raw love. He looked hopeful, enamored with her. Steve ran his fingers through her silky hair, a sad smile on his lips.

“I don’t deserve you, Bethany Sullivan.”

“I love you, Steve Harrington, so that’s just too bad. You’re stuck with me now. I can be your own personal cheerleader”

He hummed from deep within his chest, smiling devilishly, and pulled her into into a kiss that said everything Steve didn’t know how to. The kiss was mostly soft whimpers and gnashing teeth, hands much too grabby for a public place. Steve pulled away, hands balling up the hem of her skirt.

Beth pulled from his embrace and sauntered down the corridor towards the showers before he even registered the loss of touch. Grinning, he called out to her:

“So, does that mean you’ll keep the uniform on tonight?”

“Oh, shut up!”

He jogged to keep up, his parents the last thing on his mind.

“That’s not a no!”

Steve quipped in return. She thrust her middle finger upwards, but offered a cheeky wink as she led him into the nearly abandoned locker room.

“C’mon, lover boy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Steve scrambled to follow her. For the first time all night, he finally felt like a winner. His father might not have believed in him, but Beth sure did.

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Waiting to Happen - Billy Hargrove x Reader - Series (Part II)

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