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chrissymunsons · 2 days
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romance is alive and well 🐝
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harringroveera · 2 days
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Steve now has a cat and a boyfriend
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shieldofiron · 2 days
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It's Billy's Song, I don't make the Rules
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tw: Flashing Lights, Steve being down bad.
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weird-an · 1 day
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It happens at lunch. Tommy suddenly chokes on his drink. Steve pats his back, laughing at Tommy's red face when he gets his own spitefulness returned to himself. He stares at Billy and swallows his sandwich the wrong way, starting to cough.
It's the end of March and way too cold outside. Despite that Billy wears a crop top, showing off his blond happy trail and abs that are still tanned as if they're in California.
Carol sighs, putting on new lipstick. "Jesus, you guys are hopeless. Hey Billy!"
She waves at him. Billy gives her a short nod before setting down his tray next to her.
"What's up, losers?" He grins and it's like the sun has just risen inside the cafeteria. His nails are painted black, Steve notices absently. The crop top reveals so much of Billy's skin and for the first time Steve realizes that Billy's got freckles everywhere.
"Earth to Harrington," Billy says, clapping his hand in front of him.
Carol laughs so hard there are tears in her eyes and judging from Billy's pissed off face it's not the first time he addressed Steve.
"What?" Steve asks dumbly. From the corner of his eyes he can see Tommy's dreamy expression. At least he's not the only one who has gotten a bit distracted.
"Boys are so stupid," Carol wheezes. Billy glares at her, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"You wanna hang out after school?" Billy says slowly like he's not sure Steve is listening. But Steve is listening. It's just that Billy is so distracting.
Carol kicks him under the table.
"Fuck," Steve groans.
Billy tilts his head, raising a brow.
"I mean yes," Steve says, neck burning.
"Cool," Billy answers, leaning a bit closer. "We can also do your idea," he whispers.
Steve's mouth hangs open. Carol clutches her belly, shaking with laughter. Billy smirks.
The bell rings. Tommy blinks. "What's goin' on?"
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hellcheercaine · 1 day
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The moment after Steve discovered that Billy’s niceness to him during that year was an intention to make Billy’s true feelings known to him:
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Steve is just oblivious when it comes to people liking him, that’s all.
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hunnysfwart · 21 hours
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OUTBROTHERED chapter 5: Billy gets more than he bargained for when he elects to drop off the catering at a local tech convention.
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adelacreations · 22 hours
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😍 So I'm in love
Prints available here ✨️
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katyawriteswhump · 2 days
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(i'm still) watching you—harringrove microfic
my first attempt at harringrove and probably totally weird like my usual shit, so… yeah, nervous. but I love prompts/challenges too much to resist… Pls be kind 🙂 
WC: 914. For @harringrovemicrofic prompt, green (I also got a passing mention of Jason Carver in for the additional prompt.)
CW: None. Tags: angst, pining, chronic illness (Fibro/Chronic fatigue), enemies to lovers, h/c, no Upside Down AU, slightly soft Billy? Rating: M.
Steve hated sitting in the stands watching the Tigers win without him.
Hargrove rained all over the hoop, right until the full-time whistle ripped through Steve’s skull. Simultaneously, Billy ripped his vest off—shouting, thudding his chest, scanning the crowd.
His crazily soft-blue eyes rested on Steve. That smug grin faltered, and Steve’s heart gave a crazy little squeeze.
Billy’s attention snapped away. His teammates carried him on a lap of victory, and Steve shaded his eyes. Too fucking much. Since he’d got sick, the doctors had droned on about Steve having to pace himself. Today, that’d been a bust—all for the torture of watching Hargrove play.
Even though Steve hated him.
And he’d chew on that image of shirtless Billy for goddamn weeks.
“Stop bawling, Harrington.” Steve startled, squinted into the suddenly too-bright light. Tommy H waggled a stuffed tiger in front of his nose: “You can be team mascot. This one’s got even less backbone than you.”
“Jesus, I’m gonna punch your stupid face in!”
Steve pushed himself up. Despite his dumb threat, it took all his strength to stumble away. Halfway to the exit, he collapsed onto a seat, slumping forward with his head in his hands. The crowd stomped by, sending shockwaves through his aching bones. Nobody offered to help. Probably figured he’d bite their heads off…
A hand landed on his shoulder. “You okay?” asked Billy.
WTF? Steve flinched away. Up close, he couldn’t handle those stupidly long lashes and gorgeous eyes. “M’fine.”
“Want a ride?”
“You leaving already?” Steve gawked at Billy’s pecs. “Guess there’s only so much showboating even your fat ego can take.”
Billy arched his brow. “I’m sick of this shit. Your ex-teammates are fucking losers, you know that?”
Uh… Yeah?
“Whatever, dude. I’m leaving with Nance.” Steve had just spotted her with freshman golden-boy, Jason Carver, scribbling madly in her notebook.
“She’s writing an essay on that asshole. Couldn’t bag me. Seriously, I need space. Figured you might too.”
Space with me? “Jesus, you still never stop talking! You hate me. What’s your game?”
Billy shrugged. “I don’t hate you, man. It genuinely sucks you had to be benched. Don’t have to believe me, but I actually miss you.”
Miss humiliating me? Miss me rubbing my ass against you while you shoved me around!?! Guess I enjoyed touching you as much as I hated you. I mean, uh, I STILL hate you…
“I don’t need your fucking sympathy, Hargrove.”
“Not offering fucking sympathy.”
Steve’s heart repeated that crazy squeeze. He’d grabbed the hem of Billy’s green shorts before he knew it.
Don’t leave. I honestly can’t get up without help right now. Won’t ask for help, either.
Billy harrumphed vaguely, casually offered a hand. Steve clasped it—since when did he dig slippery palms?—let Billy draw him up and sling an arm around him. Even with Billy’s help, the effort of walking consumed Steve completely till he sank into the Camaro.
Billy winked at him from the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, I’ll go gentle.”
“Jesus, I’m not gonna break.”
“You wanna go home?”
Yeah, I totally should. “No fucking way. Anywhere but this dump.”  
With minimal wheelspin, Billy tore from the school grounds. He didn’t play loud music. They didn’t talk much either. Seemed Billy did occasionally shut up. Only Steve fizzing nerves—WTF AM I DOING?—kept him awake until Billy slammed to a halt.
Steve blinked. “Where are we?”
“One of the few places in this shithole that’s not a shithole.” Billy hurried around and helped Steve from the car.
“I’m not a fucking princess,” Steve bitched.
“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”
“Screw you.” Steve’s glare melted into a laugh that he almost felt.
They’d arrived somewhere in the hills, which smelled of spring grasses. Steve slipped from Billy’s warm grasp—not without a dumbass pang—lay flat on the soft turf. Beyond the trickle of a stream, it was so quiet, he dozed almost instantly.
Then, through the blur of his lashes, he spotted Billy stripping his shorts. Christ, that ass!
Billy headed for the stream. His smirk was as mind-blowing as his body. “I skipped showers.”
“Fucking show-boater.” Steve snickered.
He watched Billy wade thigh deep, splash sparkling droplets over that lick-able, lithely muscled torso. He wished he could watch this a billion times over, ached to join Billy, then his eyelids grew too heavy, his fatigue winning, and… Shit!
Deep inside, something snapped. He slung an arm across his face and cried, drifted, then cried again, shamelessly sniffling. A brush against his arm stirred him. Billy lay stretched beside him, towel around his waist, chin rested on a fist.
“Tears are cathartic, huh?”
Steve rolled to full-on sneer at Billy. Ended up fixed on Billy’s lush mouth, fretting his own lower lip. “Quit mocking me.”
“I’m not. Tears help. Apart from when they’re too damn painful. You don’t have to say which those are.”
Billy reached out, as if to push hair from Steve’s damp eyes, then hesitated. Steve grabbed Billy’s fingers, like he’d grabbed for his shorts. He barely breathed. He clasped Billy’s stream-chilled knuckles to his own burning face, like his life depended on it.
“Meant what I said about missing you,” murmured Billy, as Steve drowned in those adoring eyes. “None of those dicks are half-decent rivals. It sucks we never got a chance to work through that tension and…"
This is a dream, right?
Billy’s fingers slid up through Steve’s hair, gently drawing him closer, and they tumbled into a kiss.
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toobusybeingdelulu · 2 months
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If you still had any doubts about Billy flirting with Steve during the shower scene, he makes the same arm pose while wooing K*ren. Hope this helps.
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makeadealwithdean · 6 months
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2x04 | 2x06
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harringroveera · 2 days
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Steve: Look, Billy, you’re stubborn. And that’s an adorable quality
Steve: You wanna know what’s not an adorable quality?
Billy: Acne
Steve: Being dead
Billy: Yep, being dead
Steve: So I need you to stay alive, and that’s a threat
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shieldofiron · 1 day
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Billy's trying to keep it school-adjacent.
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weird-an · 19 days
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It had to happen. Billy knew that. But why so soon?
Just after sex, still stretched out on Steve's bed, toes tingling. Billy wants a cigarette, but he also likes to watch Steve's flushed skin and listen to his ragged breath, satisfaction purring inside him.
"I wanna ask you something." Steve swallows hard.
Billy's heart sinks.
"Are we… a couple?" It's more a breath than a question. Steve watches him with his dark eyes, brows furrowed.
Billy isn't a boyfriend. He's a flirt, a fling, temptation and sex, but he's not love and hugs and cuddles. He has never been that. He's a dirty secret for a while, like a magazine hidden away until you forget about it.
Billy tries to imagine it. Kissing Steve at Skull rock, going on a date, eating ice cream or whatever. The thought is too bright for his mind. He blinks.
"I… don't date," he says and each word aches, because Steve looks so unsure, so hopeful and so fucking vulnerable. So easy to hurt and that's all Billy knows: hurting and getting hurt.
He looks away, because he doesn't want to see Steve all sliced open, because Billy is a coward, just like his das always tells him.
"Oh." Steve pauses. The silence strangles Billy. He should go, leave and never come back.
"Why?" Steve asks after a while.
Billy opens his mouth, waits for an insult, a scoff or something bitter to jump off his tongue, but he can't find the words.
How can you explain to the sun that you can't see it shine at night?
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Steve is so close, Billy can feel his breath against his cheek. If he turns around, he could kiss him.
"I don't date," Billy repeats, his voice gravel.
Steve's nose brushes against his face.
"I want you to be my boyfriend," Steve whispers.
Billy chokes on his own heart.
"Okay," Billy breathes. He feels like a thief, taking what doesn't belong to him.
There's a hot tear running down his cheek. Steve kisses it away and wraps his arms around Billy.
Maybe the sun does shine at night.
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princenotsocharming · 2 months
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There's things I wanna talk about, but better not to give But if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey
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rilinhyl · 3 months
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Season3
Pool and Whistle and kissing
(If Steve was also a swimming pool lifeguard /Creepin’ up on him)
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