What if Billy took Steve, instead of Heather...? ++ season 3 canon-divergent AU | harringrove-centric | roots back in s2, starts in s3e2, and yeah, it's definitely all downhill from here ++ Steve doesn't really know how to explain how he, his 17-year-old Scoops coworker, and the like ninety middleschoolers that stalk him have all ended up trying to basically exorcise Steve's not-boyfriend at midnight in the pouring rain in his mom's brand new jacuzzi, but here they are. CONTENT WARNINGS: The overall content level of this fic is pretty canon-typical of s3/s4 (but gayer. And with a lot more of the word fuck. like a lot. yikes.) Potentially spoiler-y content warnings below. Peruse as needed & take care of yourself! Adult language, non-graphic consensual sex (often while both are intoxicated) implied, referenced, and otherwise. General dark and violent imagery in places. Mention of past child abuse (thanks, Neil Hargrove's A+ Parenting). Drinking (maybe... less underage drinking than in the show, actually??), smoking (legal and less so), and general non-role-model behavior is on display, so I would maybe recommend taking... oh, zero guidance from this fic?? They're pretty dumb, Do Not Recommend, et cetera. (Feel free to ask me if you have a specific concern.)

MODERN SETTING - VAMPIRE AU "Fredrick Harrington, Martha Harrington, and Steven Harrington, also goes by Steve. I need you to find him and watch him. He goes to your school. Get his schedule and routes he takes so we can capture him without being seen." He said, my heart dropping. "Steve, I saw him today," I said, swallowing hard. He's the one we're after. The boy from school. The pretty boy from school. "Befriend him, get close to him. Figure out his day to day basis. Do not fail me, William." "Yes sir," I said, shaking my head firmly and walked out of the room. Fuck. ~ WARNINGS: violence, language, smut