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BBY YES. I’m a curvy girl too and MY GAWD boxer daddy dom losing a match or having a rough match and taking it out on the reader is just *chefs kiss* boxer Steve has NO issue lifting us plus size girlies and taking us against a wall 🤤 I just love your writing and I think you doing boxer Steve would be AMAZING

In Your Corner (Boxer Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve invaded my dreams and now consumes my waking life. Fuck I need him. Lol.

I hope I did your ask justice!

Warnings: Daddy Dom Boxer Steve and Plus Size Sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT and angst, hella dirty talk, degradation (slightly), spanking, choking, pinching, rough play for sure, there's no details of the fight but there are mentions of the aftermath, slight bullying at the beginning with Steve's friends. I think that's it.

Word Count: 4449

Steve’s eyes focused on his coach in front of him as he danced around the man preparing to swing. You absolutely loved watching him train right before a fight. He was always dedicated to the craft but he became more determined right before and the passion drove you wild.

When you both attended high school together, he always seemed like a douchebag with his “King Steve” status. You ran in a different circle, which was mostly any circle that wasn’t the popular kids. They always found ways of making fun of you because you had a little more meat on your bones than they did. You did take note at the time that Steve never taunted you with them but he never stopped them either.

“Fuck off, Steve Harrington.”

“Hey, would you just relax?! I just wanted to come apologize for Tommy and them. You’re not a pig and you’re definitely not ugly.”

“Wow, thanks for that. Now I can die happy. If you will excuse me, I have to go find my journal and put our initials together in hearts.”

As you turned to walk away, his hand shot out to grip your arm, tugging you back towards the concrete wall.

“Would you wait a minute! I’m…I’m trying to tell you something here. I…I’m not like them. I want to get to know you better.”

Your sarcastic laugh lights a fire in his eyes that you would later come to fall in love with.

“Steven, whether you like it or not, you are exactly like them. You laugh along with them and don’t stop them from being mean to people. You hang out with them and give them your time like they matter. I imagine your dad is the same with colleagues; pretending that he cares about stupid, menial bullshit just to fit in.”

His head ticked to the side at your comparison to his father as you stepped closer to his towering frame.

“You want to get to know me better? Become a real man and stand up for yourself. BE yourself.”

After that moment, he completely changed, disconnecting from his friends, and focusing on other things. You found him in the library a few times scanning certain books or at the computer looking up videos. After graduation, he disappeared before finally resurfacing a year later at a party one of your old high school friends was hosting.

At the time, you had a date on your arm but as soon as Steve entered the room it was like no one was there except for you and him. His smile was brighter and he had a lot more muscle than you remember him having especially in his arms. When his beautiful brown irises met yours, you knew it was all over. You’d do anything for him, all he had to do was ask. You tried playing coy, you really did; smirking salaciously in his direction or crossing and uncrossing your legs a bit wider than normal to display the red silk panties underneath.

When all he would do in return is tilt his head and grin at you, it riled you up, huffing as you stomped away to the bathroom. Before you could do anything about it, Steve followed you in, attaching his lips to yours as he quite literally ripped your panties of your body. You marveled at his strength as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and sunk his admittedly large cock into your cunt.

“Oh my god, Steve. So—f-fuck—so deep.”

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is just making a mess, you’re so wet.” He grabbed your hair and forced you look between your bodies. “Look at how you just fucking coat my dick.” Once he felt like you had gotten a good enough look, he pressed your face into his shoulder as he thrust his hips faster into yours. “That’s right, honey. Fucking—mmm—fucking hold on to Daddy while I make you cum.”

Your pussy clenched tighter around him at the name and he grunted at the feeling.

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? God, you feel so fucking good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil snapped and you whimpered into his chest.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl coming hard like that.”, he murmured. One of his palms landed flat beside you as the other clung to your lower back as rolled his hips. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Steve wasn’t asking; he was telling you what he was about to do and at that moment you really didn’t care. The hand on the counter flew up to grip your throat, pushing you back against the mirror as he roughly pumped his seed into your body.

When he released you from his hold and helped clean you up, you half expected him to leave you there alone in the bathroom, walking back out into the party as a satisfied man. Instead, he took your hand and guided you towards his BMW offering to buy you dinner.

That night he told you where he had been and what he had been up to. Steve left Hawkins to train and study boxing. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing this was the same kid who lost almost every fight in school. He smirked in your direction as if he could read your mind and invited you to his next fight which was just outside of town.

Watching him up there as he fought was a unique experience to be sure. He changed before your eyes into this more confident, determined man as he focused on his opponent and swung his arms. After winning, you brought him back to your apartment where you two barely even made it in the door before you were climbing on top of him.

“Can I ask you something?”, you asked and he answered with a soft but exhausted hm. “What triggered this? What made you say, ‘I’m going to leave Hawkins and get hit in the face for a living’?”

Steve rolled onto his side to face you as he reached out to brush some stray hair out of your face.

“Short answer…you.”

“And the long answer?”

“When you compared me to my dad and talked about me trying to impress those other assholes, it triggered something in me. I definitely don’t want to become my dad and I hated the way you looked at me when you said I was just like those other kids. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I did some research and came across boxing. Y/N, you have no idea how liberating it was for me when I threw that first punch and hit the bag in front of me.”

Your fingers tenderly caressed his face as his own hand slid down your back to bring you closer to him.

“I always thought about you. I told myself whenever I came back here my first goal was to find you and FINALLY get to know you better.”, he chuckled.

You smiled as you blushed as his words. “What if I had been with someone!?”

“Pfft. Then I would fight him.” Steve leaned back and pretended to box the air making you laugh.

“Or what if I saw you and I was like ‘Ew. Look at the god-awful Steve Harrington! With the muscles and the pretty hair. Ugh!” His lips cut you off mid-cackled as he rolled his body on top of yours.

“Then I’d fight for you. You’re mine, pretty girl.” The way his eyes were penetrating yours had you shiver at the intensity. His face hovered as his nose grazed the tip of your own. “Can you say it for me, honey?”, he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he trailed kisses down to your neck.

“I belong to you.”, you moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm…you belong to who, baby girl?”

“I belong to Daddy.”

Three years had passed since then and you couldn’t be happier or prouder of everything Steve had accomplished. Next Friday was supposed to be a big fight. If he won, it would lead to more eyes on him which in turn would lead to more revenue.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing today, angel.”

“I’m good, Jimmy. How are you?”, you beam at his coach.

“Oh, never better, baby. Never better.” As you climb up the ropes to hang over the ring, Steve hastily runs over to you as he pulls off one of his gloves and helps you into the area. “Do you want some gloves, missy? Give Steve here some real competition.”

You giggle as your boyfriend tilts your head up for a kiss. “God, no. He’d knock me out in a second.”

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared?”, Steve teases.

You playfully glare at him as Jimmy brings you some gloves that are your size and places you across from him. You both do the gloved fist bump you’ve seen him do with opponents numerous times and take your stance.

Steve smirks as you circle around each other and after a few moments you take your first swing that he swiftly blocks. Both your moves at each other are light and joking, not in any way meant to harm.

“That’s good, baby girl. You have to twist your arm a bit more.” You concentrate as he shows you the move and once you follow through, he claps his gloves together making you smile with pride. “That’s my girl!”

You grin as you fall into his chest and he pretends to fall over bringing you down with him.

“Let’s hope you do better than that on Friday, yeah?”, Jimmy asks as Steve nods. “Alright, I’m out of here. Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our last training session and talk strategy for the fight, alright?”

“Thanks, Jim!”

“You are…disgustingly sweaty.”

Steve turns his attention back to you as you lean forward to grab his wrists and remove his gloves.

“Yet you’re still on top of me.”

“I’m doing it to hide the gigantic erection in your shorts right now.”, you whisper.

“Hey, it’s not my fault when you walk into the room, I get all hot and bothered.” Once his hands are free, he rests one on your thigh as the other comes up to caress your cheek. “Did you have a good day today?”

“I did. My boss was only half an idiot today.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.” You grin leaning down so your lips are just above his own. “I can handle one stupid, ignorant man.”

“I know you can, sweetheart. I just hate the way he talks to you. He better hope he doesn’t say any bullshit in front of me.”

“Oh, big tough Daddy. I like it.”

Steve smiles as his hand glides to the back of your neck and roughly brings your face closer to his. “You know you love when Daddy takes care of you.”

You bite your bottom lip as he begins grinding hips up against your own.

“Do you wanna take care of Daddy while he takes a shower? Say it.”, he commands when you nod your head.

“I want to take care of you. Please, Daddy. Let me help you relax.”

His grin grows as you both rise to your feet and he helps you down from the ring. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, and you giggle as he carries you into the empty locker room.

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The night of the fight came and Steve was more than ready. You stayed by his side until exactly an hour before he was meant to exit to the ring, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly to you.

“Good luck, baby. You got this.”

He curtly nodded as you gave him one last comforting smile. You understood he had a process and this was usually how he was before a fight. He was zoned in and prepared, ready to take on the world.

As the ushers walked you to your seat in the front, you froze when you saw who was sitting beside you.

“Hey, Y/N! How are you, sweetheart?”, Mrs. Harrington cooed as she got to her feet to give you a hug.

“I’m…I’m good. What are you two doing here?”

“This is a big fight, right? I don’t know why my son didn’t invite us. ‘You can watch it on TV he says.’”, Mr. Harrington rolls his eyes.

As the announcer began to speak, you panickily looked around, trying to figure out what you should do. He never had his phone on him on nights like this and the match was about to start so you couldn’t go back to the locker room.

Please don’t let him notice them.

Steve entered the ring with his usual bout of confidence that made you swoon. You continued to pray as you watched them introduce him and rattle off some of his stats. His eyes found yours for a moment before he looked beside you. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you watched this version of him and the high school version have their own fight within his beautiful, brown orbs as they noticed his father.

When his focus shifted back to you, you silently mouthed that you loved him, and again he nodded before the match finally began.

***

Steve angrily stalked into the apartment you two shared and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with the hardest liquor there was. Your eyes carefully watched him as he moved about, finally stomping outside onto the patio, and lighting a cigarette.

Nights after a lost match were always the worst, you never knew how he was going to behave. Sometimes he would do like he had just done and sit outside for hours smoking and drinking till he passed out on the furniture. Other times, he would take that anger out on you and you allowed it. You allowed him to be rough with you in bed till you both were fully spent. Even when he was upset, he needed to make you feel good to.

More than anything you just hated how hard he was on himself. He always gave 110% in everything he did but it wasn’t enough for him. If he lost at something he was a failure and there was nothing you could say or do to make him feel otherwise.

Normally, you left him to his thoughts but you couldn’t do that tonight. You knew he was in a lot of pain, not just physically but emotionally as well. Slowly, you stepped outside and tiptoed to the other chair that was next to him.

Steve was leaning back lazily with his legs stretched all the way out as he held the cold glass to the bandage just above his eye. Occasionally, he brought the cigarette to his busted lip before dangling it back over the arm of the patio chair.

“Baby…”

“Go away, Y/N.”

You heavily exhale as you try again. “Sweetheart, you did really well. Don’t let your dad or anyone else make you feel like you didn’t do a good job.” As you spoke, he casually got up, tossing his cigarette, and walked back inside. “There will be other fights like this one.”

“Y/N, I’m only going to say it one more time. Get…away…from…me.”

“No.” His head leaned to the side at your answer. “Baby, everything’s going to be okay.”

Steve sarcastically chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before abruptly raising his arm and violently throwing his glass against the adjacent wall.

“You wanna play, baby girl. Let’s play. First off, fuck you. Don’t stand there and pretend like you understand anything when it comes to boxing or my job, alright? You are my girlfriend not my coach or my manager. Your job is to stand by my side and shut the fuck up while I do what I need to do.”

Oh, that’s how he wants to play tonight? He had just entered another ring and you were the challenger. He needed to spar with you and he knew you were a worthy opponent. You knew how to challenge him and you didn’t take his attitude or temper lying down. He needed you to put him in his place so he could properly put you in yours.

“Secondly, we needed this fucking win tonight. You like this apartment, the pool, that fucking outfit you’re wearing? All of that cost money, Y/N.”

“I see…so this is all my fault? I’m the one that wants expensive things apparently? I’m not some gold-digging trophy wife, Steve. I work and I help pay for things around here. I have never once asked you to buy me anything extravagant because I don’t fucking need it. And yes, I am your girlfriend but I actually fucking listen to you when you talk. You will have more fights. If you wanted a girl who would be silent and just swipe your credit card, you should have looked somewhere else!”

He fumed as you yelled at him, his fists clenching by his side as he listened and his angry eyes never leaving yours. You pointed your finger in his face as you stepped closer to him.

“You can blame me all you want, Steve Harrington, but you needed to win that fight for you and your fucking ego.”

“Take off your dress.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said…take off your dress. You don’t need these nice things anymore? That’s fine. I can return that and the other fancy things I bought you. Tomorrow when I wake up, I can go look for one of those studio apartments for you so you can move in there.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t need you to help me look. I can find a new Daddy on my own who won’t act like a fucking baby.”

There it is. That particular look in his eyes that tells you he’s in the right headspace. He may not look like he’s in control to any outsider looking in but you’ve been in love with his man for three years. You knew.

You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you turned and bolted to the bedroom. You could hear him hot on your tail before he practically tackled you onto the bed. Your hands tried to push against him but he was too strong, straddling your waist as he pinned your wrists to the mattress.

“You want to find a new Daddy? HUH?!”, he screamed in your face. “You think someone else can take care of you as well as I have?” Steve shifted your hands so he could hold them with one of his own he climbed off you and reached under your dress to bring down your panties. A couple of his fingers roughly slid into your core as he set a brutal pace.

“Little girl always talks a big game but when we get down to it, you’re always still so fucking wet for me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, still trying to fight against hold but not wanting him to let go. You buck your hips but it just pushes him to be rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you. “There you go, baby. That’s the spot right there, right? Daddy knows. I know every fucking inch of your body and how to please you. You think anyone else can make you cum like I do?”

His palm released your wrists and quickly slid down your throat, gripping it just so between his thick fingers as he watched your eyes roll back. Your hands feebly reach for anything they can, settling on taking hold of his knee. Steve always made sure to have some part of his body near you that way if you couldn’t speak but felt like you needed to tap out you could.

Just like with his boxing, he had rules and regimens in bed. He always wanted you to feel safe and gave you strict guidelines for how to get his attention should you need to. Three taps meant stop but right now all you were doing was grounding yourself as you focused on your own high.

You whimpered, digging your nails into his skin as you came. While you laid there panting, he climbed over your limp frame and yanked off your dress. With hooded eyes you watched as he removed his clothes before tugging you to the edge of the mattress like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach.

His strength always amazed (and intimated) you. Being a bigger woman, you weren’t exactly light and all the men in your past never even bothered to try lifting you into their arms. When Steve did it that first night you were together, you were awe struck. More than anything, you swooned at the fact that he didn’t even hesitate; he just did it knowing he could.

The first time you questioned him about it he looked at you like you were speaking gibberish.

“Honey, you’re not heavy.”

“Uh oh, I think you’ve been hit one too many times. You’re going blind.”, you giggle.

Steve grinned slightly before his face got serious. “Y/N, just because past relationships couldn’t handle a beautiful woman like you doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“I know. I just…no one’s ever even bothered to try and lift me let alone everything else we do.”

He stepped forward and lifted your chin with his fingers. “You have a real man now, baby. You and your curves don’t scare me.”

You smile, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. “You don’t scare me either.”

His rough, calloused hands lifted your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart before his palm came down hard as he spanked you. You moaned when you felt him spit into your cunt before aggressively breaching your entrance with his cock.

“Daddy!”

Steve’s arm came into view beside you as you felt him hover over you and begin rolling his hips.

“You want to act like a fucking brat, I can…I can treat you like one.”, he grunted. “No more fucking dinners, fa-fancy clothes, fucking nothing! You—f-fuck—can just be Daddy’s toy. Huh? At least until you find your new Daddy who’s not a fucking baby.”

His fingers gripped your hair as he stood up and thrust into you so hard the bed shook underneath you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he continually hit all the right places inside of you, overwhelming your senses. Tears began streaking your face as you felt the warmth build in your tummy again. He really was the only man that knew how to satisfy you.

He noticed your lips moving but couldn’t hear what you were saying. Steve’s palm smacked your ass as he yanked you to your knees till your back was against his now sweaty chest.

“What’s the rule?”, he growled “If you’re talking I…I need to fucking hear you. What were you saying?” When you don’t answer, he stops pumping into you before reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers making you whine and try to pull away from him. “Answer me, little girl.”

Your head lazily falls back on his shoulder as you continue to cry. The hand that was in your hair loops around to your chin, turning your lips to his as he softly placed a kiss on them.

“I love…you… Just want…you.”, you panted out as best you could.

Steve released your nub from his grasp and wrapped his arm around you stomach as he began thrusting into you again.

“Cum, baby. Cum for Daddy.” You laid your arms over his own, clinging to him as your body spasmed and you did as he commanded. “That’s my girl. Fuck… my beautiful girl.”

As he chased his high, you continued to try and whisper things in his ear.

“MY…Daddy. No one could…make me…feel this good. I’m…oh my god… so proud of you, baby. Please…cum, Daddy. I need…need it.”

His hips began to sputter and he grips you tightly as he roughly pumps his release inside of you. You both were still like that for a while, trying to catch your breath as he held you.

“I’m going to pull out now, ok?”, he whispered.

“Okay, Daddy.”

You winced as he cooed softly, placing feathery light kisses on your skin as he praised you. He detached from you for moment; long enough for you to hear the shower turn on before he was back by your side and lifting you into his arms.

Steve wasted no time taking care of you as he cleaned your body and washed your hair.

“I DO listen to you when you talk. One of the things I love about you is how passionate you about boxing. I remember in school you always seemed like, I don’t know, you were coasting by. On our first date, you told me about the maneuvers and explained things to me.”, you smile as you continued. “Your hands were moving a mile a minute and your eyes lit up. It was amazing.”

His fingers lightly gripped your shoulders as he turned you to face him. “I may not know everything about it, Steve, but I know you. I know there will be another fight and I know you’re going to win because you are the most dedicated man I’ve ever met. You’re not going to stop until you get where you want to be.”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and said all that stuff. I don’t really feel that way. I was just upset.”

“I know, baby.”

After turning off the water, he quickly grabs a towel, drying you both and guiding you back to bed. Steve grabs his boxers and throws one of his big, baggy shirts over your head making you laugh.

“I love that you speak your mind and challenge me. Hell, if you hadn’t done that in school, I never would have gotten into boxing.”

“I’m so proud of you, Steve. I really am. Whether you win or lose, buy me fancy things or give me gifts from the dollar store…” Your smile grows as he laughs and kneels down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs as you gently pet his head. “I’m always going to be in your corner.”

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alexei surprising you (alexei; s)

breeding kink (alexei; s)

hi, pretty (steve harrington; s)

neglected husband (steve harrington; s)

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take the edge off (eddie munson; s)

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the natural order (a/b/o universe; alpha!leonard “bones” mccoy; s)

the seduction of scotty (montgomery scott; f)

hold my hand (montgomery scott; f)

worrying about scotty when he’s on a mission (montgomery scott; f)

red (montgomery scott; a, f)

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late night’s and tea (f)

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alone together (s)

an even exchange (series; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

letters addressed to you (a)

you heart i will choose (f)

tired (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳

dominance (theo raeken & scott mcall; s)

sex tape (stiles stilinski; s)

riders on the storm (stiles stilinski; s)

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songbirdofthenight · 30 days

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Sweeter than Birthday Cake

Author's note: Because of my 21st revolution around the sun, I decided to write a self indulgent fic and figured why not share it. Happy birthday to me :)

Steve x fem!reader

wc- 1400

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut ;), reader referred to as girl, little bit fluffy, inexperienced!reader x Steve, oral (f!recieving) , fingering (if you squint) Join my tag list :)

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Steve Harrington had an interesting reputation. From King Steve of Hawkins High to the best damn babysitter in Hawkins there really wasn’t anything he wasn’t. In his mind of course, there were many things, one of which being the best boyfriend in a 100 mile radius. He’d talk about it sometimes about how he doesn’t think he’s the best and tries to do so much just for you. There wasn’t anything Steve wouldn’t do for you to make special occasions all the more special for you, which worked out quite well when planning for your birthday.

“Nothing is off the table?”

“Absolutely nothing, I’ll do anything for you birthday girl.” Steve said confidently.

“Sex?”

“Absolutely.”

“Steve?” “Yeah?”

“Can we try something new?” You sheepishly asked. Blush tinged your cheeks while his curiosity peaked. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been having sex, which was - according to Steve- the best sex you’d ever had, there was just some things you weren’t able to try out with your ex that you thought Steve may be open to. “Iwantyoutoeatmeout.”

Your words blurred together. Steve let out a soft laugh. “Was that what was making you so nervous baby? You wanted to ask me to fuck you with my tongue?” His tone was almost mockingly sincere. Steve moved closer to you, resting his hand under your chin. Your hands hid your beet red face.

“C’mon honey, it's not that embarrassing. I’d love to.” Steve brushed your hands away from your face, giving you a soft smile. “Why would you think I wouldn’t?” “Because it’s gross?”

“I disagree.” He smiled, “Bet you taste sweet.”

For the rest of the night you stayed in bed, holding each other close. You drifted off to sleep in Steve’s arms.

This was the first time in months you both had the same day off. You regularly had the day off and Steve took it off for your birthday. The warm glow of morning spilled through your curtains illuminating your sleeping figure. Steve stirred awake peaking over at the alarm clock. The digits read 10:00 AM. He carefully got up out of bed and padded towards the kitchen. Steve promised to make this the best birthday you ever had and he would stop at nothing to make sure that happened.

In his absence you woke up. Your hands moved around the bed searching for him. “Stevie,” you called out. Moments later Steve returned to your room with a plate stacked with french toast and fruit. “Happy Birthday honey, care for some breakfast?”

You sat up and smiled at him. “Thank you Stevie.”

“Course,” he handed the plate to you, taking a seat by your side. You and Steve shared the plate, eating every last bite there was. You placed the now empty dish on your nightstand and cuddled close to his chest.

“Didn’t know you were a chef.” You joked.

“Only on occasion.” Steve faked a sigh, “I guess I had to today.” You punched his side playfully. Steve pressed a kiss on top of your head, giving you a squeeze. “I love you.” “You’re just saying that cause it's my birthday.” “And? Are you not gonna say it back?” He played.

“What happens if I don’t?” You teased back.

“I- uh- oh,” he paused, “uhm, no birthday present for you. There. How bout that?”

“Not fair Stevie, you can’t do that to me.” You pouted, pulling his arms closer to you. Steve was silent, letting you hold him there. The silence lingered in the air around you two causing a stiffness around you. “Love you, Stevie.”

“There’s my girl.” He smiled. Steve pressed a kiss into the dip between your shoulder and your neck. You wiggled as an attempt to pull him closer, your ass moving against his waist. Steve groaned at the sensation, you repeated again just to tease him. “Careful doin that, pretty girl.” “Why's that Stevie?” You asked innocently, Steve leaned into your ear and with a very breathy voice whispered to you “Do you want something?” His hard cock pressed harder against your ass. You nodded.

Steve turned laying on his back, pulling you on top of him. He paused as you adjusted yourself on his waist. Your palms were planted on his chest. “Not this way, Stevie.” He lifted himself up and kissed you deeply. In one swift motion you readjusted with Steve now on top of you working his way under your shirt. You pulled the fabric from your body exposing your chest as Steve kissed his way down your body. Your hands found their way into his hair, keeping his head steady as it bounced between each of your tits, sucking any skin he could.

“Stevieeee-” you whimpered in response. His hands wandered to your waistband, pausing for your consent.

“Tell me to stop and I will, no questions asked okay?”

You nodded. “Words honey, you gotta tell me.” “Okay,” Steve wasted no time to pull the shorts and panties from your lower half. The cool air of the room hit your cunt uncomfortably. Steve pulled his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers. His fingers quickly found your clit, circling the bud softly. Steve kissed and nipped at your hips and thighs, warm tongue flicking across your supple skin. You moaned obscenely as his fingers worked their way up to your hips holding them in place. The hump of Steve’s nose brushed against your puffy clit. The sensation caused you to yelp, Steve’s head popped up.

“Take a breath for me, relax honey, gonna make you feel so good.” You nodded, taking a deep breath and untensing all of your muscles. Steve dove back between your legs, nose nudging your folds open. As his jaw opened you felt his hot breath across your skin. His tongue licked a stripe across your pussy reaching your clit. Your jaw hung open letting lewd sounds escape the cage of your throat. Steve took this and continued, slowly circling his tongue around your clit, as you wriggled with his touch.

One of his hands wandered back, replacing his tongue with his thumb as his head dipped lower. He paused waiting for your approval once again. “Please, Stevie, pleasepleasepleaseplease” you begged. His thumb picked up the pace, moving in quick circles against your bud as his tongue dove into your now sopping core. His pace was quick, tongue flicking in a familiar up and down pattern as his fingers normally did. Your hand slid down to his, moving between his thumb and your clit. Both of your fingers added a blissful amount of pressure.

Steve’s head lifted for a moment as you cried out over how close you were. “Gonna cum on my tongue baby? Let me have you? Let me taste everything you can give me and be good?” “Yeah Stevie, gonna be so good for you. Gonna cum on your tongue.” You replied breathlessly.

“Good girl.” He smiled before dipping down again.

Steve’s tongue worked its way around your pussy reaching each and every part of you he could. Your free hand groped your tits, overstimulating you from each sensation. “Stevie, S-Stevie,” You stuttered out. His pace was relentless and unforgiving. The bubble forming in your gut burst with white hot fury as you gushed onto his tongue. Steve lapped up each drop as if he’d never had a drop to drink before. He continued to work you through your orgasm, your body grew tired moments soon after. He slowed, releasing pressure from your clit and popping his head up from between your legs. Steve pressed soft kisses against your skin, rubbing circles on your thighs.

“Did so good f’me. You still here honey?” “Mhm, still here Stevie.” “Gonna get you cleaned up okay?” You nodded as he quickly grabbed your shirt and fresh pair of panties to pull back onto your body. He made his way to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up. Once he finished, Steve laid beside you, pulling you onto his chest and holding you close.

“How was that?” “Wanna do it again, felt so good Stevie.” You smiled.

“Good, I wanna do that again too, get to taste you again.” “Can’t have been that good.” “You’re sweet.” He said, “Tastes sweeter than birthday cake.”

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thiswaytwoinfinity · 8 months

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Emma’s Epic Bday Multi-Fandom Rec List: Stranger Things Edition

(yes, there will be many parts because oh my god I read waaaay too much fic)

Since it was my birthday recently (and around the 1-year anniversary of when I started actually using Tumblr again after a years-long break) I figured it was only fitting to do a giant master list of all of the amazing fanfics that I have read (and reread) in the past year.

I do my best to reblog as much as possible but sometimes with work and life I miss it so this is my attempt to make up for that and give all of the amazing creators on here the credit they deserve. Thank you all so much for sharing all of your work with us. This year has been a long and difficult one for me, especially mental health wise, and being able to escape into these stories has been so valuable and important to me.

If you read anything on here that you like, please reblog and/or comment on these fics to show the creators some love!

AN IMPORTANT NOTE: While not everything listed here will include smut, many of these authors have 18+ blogs. Please, please, please respect their boundaries and DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM/THEIR CONTENT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Stories marked with ❤️‍🔥 contain NSFW content

Stranger Things:

colors (series) ❤️‍🔥by @loveshotzz — this was my introduction to ST fanfic and hooooo boy what an intro it was. what i wouldn’t give for a steamy, forbidden romance with best friend’s dad!Steve —sorry, Jenny, but he was just too hot to resist — it’s hot and emotional and basically the stuff that fantasies are made of. loveshotzzz is also the creator of the Foxy Lounge series, featuring flirty bartender Eddie and bad-at-fighting bouncer Steve which is also *chef’s kiss*

Time to giddy up, yeah? ❤️‍🔥by @loveshotzz — two words: pornstache Steve. Two more words: mustache ride. Two more? You’re welcome.

As You Wish (series) ❤️‍🔥 by @corroded-hellfire — my all time favorite Eddie series! Ryan and Luke are the most adorable, hilarious kids (i loved their little “scheme” to set their dad up with their babysitter) and the little family that Eddie and his sons form with the reader has just been so delightful to read. (also, for the record, it’s on sight with brittany)

put me through it, baby ❤️‍🔥 by @agentmarvel — PINING EDDIE MY BELOVED! Ugh I loved the slow building of the friendship between Eddie and reader, the angst of him knowing that her boyfriend was trash but not wanting to cross a line, the passion between them. As i wrote when i reblogged it, “Screaming, crying, laughing, smiling, CRYING 😍🥹😭🥵 “

take me higher ❤️‍🔥 by @munson-blurbs — i will never get enough Argyle stories, and bug has written some of my favorites. this is one i reread all the time (i’m clearly a sucker for a good babysitter fic) because i love the way Argyle feels so real in it. The flirtation, the banter, those sweet little moments of awkwardness, it’s all truly 10/10. A special runner-up mention goes to this blurb which features best friend! Argyle and hair pulling and is just … just a dream.

bad idea ❤️‍🔥 by @abibliophobiaa — if i’ve said it once, i’ve said it a million times: Steve Harrington is a menace. Best friend!Steve gets his hands on the romance novel you’re reading and decides to tease you with all of the flirty things he picked up from it. Steve is at peak menace in this, which means i fell hard and fast.

this is gonna sting by @lovebugism — this one was written so, so beautifully. Sweet, lovestruck Eddie afraid to open up and confess his feelings always hits me hard and the imagery in this was just so stunning that i think about it a lot. I aspire to write a sentence as beautiful as “he leaks a bright red truth right across from you and carries everything he feels about you in raging scarlet scrapes.”

Steve Harrington Boat Smut ❤️‍🔥 by @lovebugism — God, what a glorious day it was when those pictures of Joe Keery on a boat in Italy made their way online. Anyway, this is exactly what is says on the tin and exactly what we all needed in that moment.

This story by @pouringmyheartoutforpaper — sweet, sweet lovesick Stevie who is determined that things will be different in this relationship meets reader who has some insecurities about how slow their relationship is progressing. Gorgeous, sweet, fluff that will give you the warm fuzzies.

The Tune-Up ❤️‍🔥 by @roanniom — Issa, queen of smut! This mechanic Eddie story is so hot that it will have you contemplating whether or not you should mess with a few things on your car, just for an excuse to come visit him in the shop. (Also just read all of her stuff. It’s so, so good.)

Happy Mother’s Day, Steve Harrington ❤️‍🔥 by @roanniom — STEVE. HARRINGTON. BREEDING. KINK. WILL MAKE BRAIN GO BRRRRRRR. I rest my case.

The Riddles Three ❤️‍🔥by @blueywrites — You cannot convince me that Eddie “Dungeon Master” “Lord of the Rings nerd” Munson would not try and do a Gollum impression in bed. As a firm believer in goofy, weird bedroom antics, this story is canon and I will hear nothing else about it.

Smoke and Cherry Pop Rocks ❤️‍🔥 by @somnambulic-thing — want to have your heart broken in the best way possible? HERE YOU GO. A gorgeous, tender, emotional story about regrets and moving on and finding the courage to open up, even if it’s a little too late.

Classified ❤️‍🔥by @pullhisteeth — considering the slightly absurd premise — putting an ad in the paper to lose your virginity — this was gorgeously grounded and real. Eddie is so lovely and gentle in this and it was just a treat to read.

monster under the bed ❤️‍🔥by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple — i’m going to be honest: this is monsterfucking. But if that’s something you’re into, you *need* to read this. It will make you go feral.

River Monster! Eddie ❤️‍🔥by @courtingchaos — brb, wandering along the banks of all the rivers near me in an attempt to lure River Monster!Eddie to come out and mate with me. Again, it is monsterfucking, but … come on. It’s so good. (Meg also has some of the best Gator Tillman fics out there. They’re hot and weird and wild in all of the best ways.

My Goyle Fiend ❤️‍🔥by @bettyfrommars — You want monsters? You go to Betty. Trust me on this. Her gargoyle series was the first that I read from her and I was hooked instantly. She’s written werewolves, vampires and is currently working on a brilliant series where Eddie works at the Nightmare Factory and appears in your dreams as all kinds of different ghosts and ghouls. If things that go bump in the night aren’t your taste, her biker! Eddie and Steve series are also great, as well as her beautiful gigalo!Eddie story.

I Can See You ❤️‍🔥by @fairyysoup — I don’t know that there are enough words to express how much I loved this story, The not-so-unrequited affection, the building tension, the way Steve and the reader keep coming together over the years, Steve’s big grand gesture at the end … just so beautiful and moving and steamy. I’ve already reread it like 4 times.

Stranger Things Adjacent a.k.a. Joseph Quinn characters

The Hat Shop Girl (Ralph from Timewasters) ❤️‍🔥by @rehfan — Y’all this story is *so* good. It packs so much into this love story — issues of class, grief, sexuality, power dynamics — in a way that just makes their journey so much richer and more interesting. This version of Ralph is perfect, soft and sweet and well-meaning but also the way his confidence builds throughout the story is delightful and the smut between them is so delicious and delightful. 10/10.

Knight in Shining Armor (Billy Knight) ❤️‍🔥by @rehfan — I’m gonna say it: This is my favorite Billy Knight fanfic of all time. So soft and tender, it handles Billy’s mental health in a way that feels really empathetic and realistic while also letting the audience indulge in the thing everyone really wants: to give sweet Billy all the love in the world.

This Billy Knight Masterlist ❤️‍🔥by @pollenallergie — I could not pick just one of these amazing Billy fics. pollenallergie is, in my mind, *the* authority on all things Billy Knight and she’s got it all. Her writing is soft and steamy and touching all at the same time and I love it all.

Worth It (Ralph from Timewasters) by @wheels-of-despair — Do you want to feel *all* of the delightful warm fuzzies as you daydream about the perfect life with sweet Ralph? This is the story for you. Every chapter is delightful and touching and will make you feel *all* of the feelings. I love it so much.

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Steve Harrington | Just a Christmas Party

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Steve Harrington | Merry Christmas

Summary: you, steve and the rest of the older half of the group throw a Christmas party for the kids. HEAVY FLUFF OHHH MY GOD.

Authors note: this is definitely more a you x everyone platonically fic but you are dating Steve in it. I just wanted to write about a Christmas in Hawkins. I hope you guys like this one!! Happy reading!! Merry Christmas!!

Warnings: just tooth rotting fluff. use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1172

It was a very cold night in Hawkins, Indiana. Christmas lights filled the streets with warmth and you and your friends were in nothing but a giving mood. You, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Robin, and Eddie had big plans to surprise the party with a Christmas gift exchange.

“Did everyone bring presents? I brought a few extra just in case Eddie forgot.” You hear Nancy say from the living room as you continue to whisk together cake batter.

“WH- do you have no faith in me Nancy Wheeler?!” Eddie says back as he walks in with a big box full of presents for everybody and starts to place them neatly under the tree. You laugh as you lick some batter off of a spoon to make sure you’ve made the cake just right.

“Hey, Stevie, come try this for me?” You say as you put a small amount of chocolate batter on a spoon for Steve. As soon as the spoon touches his mouth, his eyes light up and he kisses his fingers like a chef would. “Magnificent as always, Y/N.” He says with a smirk as he reaches down and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Need any help? You know I’m a wizard at decorating a cake.” Steve leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “Nuh uh, big boy, that’s my job.” Robin nudges him as she walks into the kitchen. She knows just as well as you do that Steve always ruins the cake. Steve pouts jokingly and makes his way to the living room. “Fine I’ll do the manly thing and light the fire.” He says in a mocking voice as he brings himself to the living room where the fireplace is.

You and Robin mock him behind his back and giggle to one another as Jonathan snaps a candid picture of you two with your hands covered in fondant. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” You say suddenly frantic and everyone turns to look at you.

“DID YOU CUT YOURSELF?!?” Eddie and Steve say at the same time and you laugh. “No, no!” You nod your head over to the counter. “The decorations. The kids should be arriving any minute now. All of you up, up, up!” Everyone quickly moves from their current places, except you and Robin who’s still covered in food coloring and frosting.

Steve is helping Eddie hang up streamers over all the windows and Nancy and Jonathan quickly blow up red and green balloons to put around the house. “Oh, Steve. I also need you to pop the waffles in the toaster for eleven, please!” You say as you and Robin finish up the cakes. “You got it, hun.” Finally, the house is ready for a wonderful Christmas party.

And, just in time too as the doorbell rings and you all open it to the party yelling a big, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!” To all of you. They all make their ways into the house and you can see their eyes light up from the way the house looks and the amount of presents under the tree. Max and Eleven immediately run into the kitchen to look at the cake you made and start thanking you like crazy. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will start play fighting with Steve, Eddie and Jonathan and it’s like a mad house inside.

Jonathan steps away from the fun to take some more candid photos of everyone. Max and El smile and hug each other for their photo while all the boys continue their madness. You can’t help but stand and just take it all in. Your eyes meet Steve’s for just a second as he takes a breath from the boys. He mouths, “I love you.” And your heart skips a beat. The smile on your face lighting up the room even more than the Christmas lights were. “I love you too.” You mouth back as Steve sighs.

“Okay, okay. Enough. How about we get these presents open??” All the kids take this as their cue to grab their blankets and find a seat on the floor near the fireplace. All of you older kids grab all the presents and pass them out to everyone. Everyone looks so grateful just to be here. Will is the first one to say something before they start opening their presents. “You know- you guys didn’t have to do all of this.” You all give each other a smile before turning back to the kids. “We wanted to.” Robin exclaims as she takes your hand and gives it a tight squeeze.

“You guys deserve to feel like kids.” You say as you lean into Steve and he kisses your head.

“Oh my gosh, the suspense is killing me just open them already!!!” Eddie says as the kids start ripping into their presents. Gasps and cheers happen all around us as everyone starts exclaiming thank yous over one another. Max runs up and gives Steve and you a huge hug since you guys bought her a brand new skateboard she has been asking for. “This is so sick! Thank you so much!” Will is especially thankful when he notices how much everyone notices how much he still loves D&D. “Thank you. I- I really love it, really.” He says to everyone. Everyone is smiling. Real genuine smiles that come from the warmest feeling of happiness.

It suddenly dawns on all of you how long it has been since you’ve felt this happy. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about right now. No demogorgans, no upside down. It’s just…Christmas. And you all are surrounded by the people that matter the most to you.

The night slows down after everyone opens their presents and you decide to put on a Christmas movie and eat as many sweets as you can. Steve and you make your way to the kitchen to cut the cake.

“I’m really happy, ya know?” Steve says quietly, this is a conversation just for your ears.

“Me too.” You whisper back. Your eyes meet his and you look at him with nothing but love. Before you can say anything too gushy, Steve smiles as he looks up. Mistletoe.

You roll your eyes and he smiles down at you. “Can’t skip out on a mistletoe kiss, Y/N, that’s against the rules.” He says softly and with a laugh as he dangles it above your head. You look over to make sure nobody is looking and then back at Steve. “No, I guess I can’t.” Your voice is like honey as it leaves your lips and Steve leans in and kisses you passionately.

Applause. Everyone in the living room is clapping and cheering. Before you can pull away from the kiss, Jonathan is quick to take a picture of the kiss between you and your boyfriend. Your face turns bright red at the audience you thought you didn’t have and Steve laughs.

Between all the commotion, Steve looks down at you and pulls you close. “Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”

“Merry Christmas.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things fandom

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Running From The Daylight - Part 5

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (coming soon Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Can't move WT: vague mention of suicidal thoughts Words: 927

The blankets and the fire keep the temperature bearable, but lying on the floor is not helping at all: every bone in Eddie's body aches, but he endures it without complaining because he wants to stay glued at Steve's side, no matter what, he is ready to let himself die of consumption like a faithful dog, even if he really hopes they will not come to that. They have already eaten most of the food they had and even if they have a few cans of beans, the majority of the food that remains needs cooking.

"Do you think I could cook something on the fire? Like we were camping?" he asks Steve, mesmerized by the beautiful shadows that the fire paints on his lover's skin.

"It's not a bad idea, you should try to not to burn everything."

"What would you like? You can order whatever you want and I'll be your personal chef."

"I'm pretty sure we have just some canned beans, but if I could choose right now I would kill for a red velvet."

"A cake? Mr. We have to eat organic food would kill for a sugary cake full of colorants?"

Steve snorts "Yeah, I would. What about you? I know you hate that I make you eat healthy food."

"I don't hate it. I mean, am I crazy about quinoa? Nope! But I don't hate it. If I could eat anything right now I would like to eat a hamburger. You know what? I would love to take you to Benny and recreate our first date, do you remember?" He asks him, looking at him with fondness while remembering their first date: Steve was just a freshman, scared of his own shadow, and Eddie had invited him to eat burgers after school, making fun of the school teachers. Steve ordered a milkshake, Eddie no, money was always tight and he had to choose wisely, but Steve insisted, asking for another straw and offering his strawberry milkshake to Eddie, and they drank it together, from the two straws, like the teenagers couples in the movie, and when Steve had gathered all his courage and kissed Eddie in his van, before running back home, his lips tasted like strawberry.

Steve scoffs "It wasn't a first date! You didn't even ask me out properly! You just dragged me to your car and drove to Benny's."

"We kissed, so it was a date." Eddie insists and Steve chuckles.

"We did, didn't we?"

Eddie brushes some hair away from Steve’s face, looking at him with worry, and finally whispers "How are you feeling? For real."

Steve’s hand finds Eddie’s, intertwining their fingers "I'm fine Eddie, I'm all cozy under the blankets and we are cuddling in front of the fireplace, what else should I ask for?"

"Not being trapped under an avalanche with a broken leg? Just a suggestion."

Steve sighs, taking Eddie's hand to his mouth and kissing it like he was a mid-century damsel, then he looks at him "You have to go outside and try to call for help."

"No, I'm not leaving you!"

"Eddie, I can't move, you are the only one who can get out and call for help." Steve insists.

Eddie shakes his head, avoiding Steve's stare "No, no, you told me that Robin is coming. And Wayne too and..."

"They don't even know if we are still alive or not. Someone has to tell them that we are still alive and that we need medical help."

And that someone can only be Eddie.

“I don’t want to. Please don’t make me! I don’t want to leave you here alone!” he murmurs, fighting the tears that are filling his eyes.

Steve caresses Eddie’s face while the dark-haired boy holds Steve’s hand in his, how can he leave Steve helpless and hurt in the chalet that may crumble at any moment?

“I’ll find another solution. I can send a message to Robin, I got a signal for a moment, she would have seen that I received her messages and she will know what to do.”

His boyfriend smiles at him but is a sad smile, full of regrets and sadness and Eddie doesn’t like it, it looks too close to a goodbye and he is not fucking going to say goodbye to him, ok? He is not ready! Death can’t come unannounced like that and take with her the most important thing in Eddie’s life. She just can’t, ok? She already took Eddie’s mum when he has so young he hardly remembers her, and there is no fucking way he is going to let her take Steve. No. No way. Help is coming, Eddie is fucking sure about that, they only have to wait for them!

“Eddie…” Steve calls him, but Eddie stubbornly refuses to look at him, he knows that he will try to convince him to go, giving him sensible reasons, really sensible indeed, but that Eddie doesn’t want to hear any of those.

“Water?”

“Yes please.”

Food and water are another problem that Eddie is not really willing to face. They had gone grocery shopping before getting to the chalet, but they didn’t stock for winter, they just assumed that they would have gone back to the village when needed, and now they are trapped there, in the middle of nowhere, Eddie starts to be really fucking scared that none will come to get them, if helps doesn’t come soon he will have to get out to take some clean snow and melt it for drinking.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno5 #can’t move #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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heartbreak-sandwich · 6 months

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What are your top five favourite stranger thing scenes/moments? 👀

Also, favourite Billy outfit?

Also also, fmk: Eddie, Steve, Billy *laughs evilly*

omg Joz came to torture me tonight with the fmk😂💕 ALSO THESE ARE GREAT QUESTIONS THANK YOU!!!💕 So my top five favorite Stranger Things scenes/moments: This was so incredibly difficult, they're in no particular order, and they're just little things that I could remember off the top of my head that I like a lot. I think I have more like a top 1,000 or something, so don't judge me too hard lmao.

Season 1 when Steve shows up to the Byers' house, and Nancy and Jonathan are about to fight the demogorgon, and Steve has a full on menty B shouting "this is crazy, this is CRAZY" lmao. Idk why, but that always gets me.

Season 2 when Steve and Robin are working at scoops (I think it's the beginning of episode 1) and the power goes out. Steve starts flipping the light switch, and Robin tells him it won't work, and he just flips it aggressively lol.

Season 3, Billy's introduction at the pool. The song choice, the red suit, the smoking, the homage to Fast Times all around just.... *chef's kiss.* His entrances are perfect, but that one's my favorite.

Billy's mirror scene getting ready in his room, of course. His cunty little vibes, his booty shake in the mirror, cologne sac, all of it. I'm just endlessly entertained and mesmerized by him lol.

Something dear to my heart is the friendship between Murray and Alexei. So I'm choosing the scene in the car where Murray tells Jopper to fuck already, and Alexei is just like "they haven't??" and it's so funny to me. I love those two forever <3

My favorite Billy outfit hands down is slutty red shirt with leather jacket❤️‍🔥

BUT terminator Billy is a VERY close second 🤭

Okay so the FMK I think this will be the most controversial thing I've ever said on the internet, so I apologize in advance, but I am going to play the game by the rules lmao.

FUCK - Billy Hargrove MARY - Eddie Munson KILL - Steve Harrington And this feels like blasphemy because I LOVE ALL OF THEM, and I really love Steve, but I don't want to be having six kids, so that was really the deciding factor there lmao.

ily Joz!! Thank you for filling my night with whimsy with these wonderful questions and giving me another excuse to muse about my favorite fictional man😅💕

#thank u for the ask!!#ily joz💕#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove asks #this was honestly so fun #I loved this #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask me stuff <3 #sando answers

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peakyblinders1919 · 2 years

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Hi! So I don't really watch stranger things but I really like your writing and I've also seen a few Steve Harrington things so maybe I can try a blurb idea if you think it would work!!❤️ Maybe something with Stevexreader where they both work in the ice cream shop in the like 3rd season (I think that was the one) and like everyday they have a game to see who can come up with the worse possible ice cream order (peanut butter cups and like fritter Tuttle ice cream or like pickles and cream or something?) and then maybe one day the younger kids come in and the two try to get them to eat their concoctions? 😂 idk if that would work for anything but you're more than welcome to try it if it interests you!!!🥰🥰🥰

"Grape and cherry.”

"Sounds like medicine, probably surprisingly good."

A marker screeched against the whiteboard.

“Oh! Burnt marshmallow and… banana.”

“Just the word ‘burnt’ makes it sound undesirable.”He scrunched up his nose.

“That’s how it sounds, but that smoky flavor, mwah.” She giggled at herself after kissing her fingers like a chef.

Scoops was dead in the middle of December. Neither of them had planned on staying past summer, but for him it was the societal pressure of adulthood, for her, the loan she owed her parents after wrecking the car.

She sat comfortable on the counter, reading homework in her lap. Steve leaned against the counter staring at the list of your special flavors, his arm brushing against her thigh lightly. He gnawed on his bottom lip, biceps flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. The thinker, the epitome of quiet contemplation.

“Alright, we’ll leave it for now. What about bubble gum whipped cream.”

“Do you want all your teeth to fall out after one scoop Harrington? What about that smile of yours.”

He knew she had a point but he added it to the ongoing list anyway.

“Ah, come on, are you two still on this stupid game?”

“Hi Henderson,” they greeted together, knowing it was him from the voice alone. Abandoning her homework long ago, they had leaned into each other a little more. She hit him a few times on the arm.

“Oh, oh, oh, how about peanut butter and mint!” With a playful shove he was scribbling on the board again.

“You know, if you actually tried these flavors you’d know how gross they are.”

“Maxine!”

"That's the whole point," Steve said with raised brows. "Green tea and licorice," he mumbled as he added it to the board while she nodded her head in approval.

"The dinguses have come up with a game for which one of them can create the grossest ice cream flavor," Dustin informed his other friends sat in the round booth with homework splayed out in front of them, their textbooks sticky with sugary melted ice cream.

"What's the point?"

"Yeah, what does the winner get?" Will asked.

"Should be a kiss, they ogle at each other all day. I don't want to know what they get up to when we're not here," Dustin explained further.

"Shut up Henderson." She scolded lightly."

"So that's why the little shithead's always here," Steven laughed while putting two and two together, his eyes glazing over at you, his smile small but bright. "What do you say, you want to up the stakes?"

She looked deep into his eyes, reminding her of a fresh scoop of rocky road, his plump lips maraschino red. She and Steve were friends, strictly platonic, though always teetering on the edge of something else with a brush here and touch there. If she was bolder, like Max, or wore her heart on her sleeve like Will, maybe she wouldn't be trying so hard to deny her feelings. Not that she was purposefully doing so, they just had yet to bubble to the surface.

"You're on Harrington. Get ready to lose," she said, toe to toe with Steve behind the counter, nearly nose to nose. Taking the marker from him, she scribbled the most disgusting ice cream flavor on the whiteboard.

Chocolate and chile.

#steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things

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neonponders · 2 years

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You know I can’t NOT write a Part 2 for my Jewish!Steve fic where the family celebrates Billy for Christmas

I mean, they celebrate Christmas for Billy

I mean -

Read on ao3 ~

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Billy didn’t expect the Harringtons to have Christmas lights up. Like, early in December, too.

Billy drove up in the ice-fragrant afternoon - already dark as night thanks to daylight savings - and stood out of his car with electric lights reflecting off his car and his eyes.

After a moment, the front door opened, and Steve’s frown bloomed into a smile. “Hey! I thought I heard your loud ass car. Do you need help with something?”

Billy ambled up to those red double doors, clicking the light on his menorah keychain as he waved a finger in gesture. “No, I was just looking at the decorations. I didn’t expect you to go all out for the whole month.”

“Oh. That’s my fault,” he laughed and pulled Billy across the stoop. He blinked against the rush of warmth against his face. The Harringtons definitely had their fireplace and oven going. “I cried when I was little about not having lights on the house, and my parents have indulged me ever since. They look nice, though, right?”

Billy shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it onto a wall hook. “Yeah. I like the warm lights. Not the cold, bluish ones.”

“Me too. Dad wanted to get the blue and white, blinky ones, but they’re such a drag. It already snows every year; the world will be blue and white enough as it is. Mom! Billy’s here!”

“Bring him in here! I need a sous chef!”

Steve exchanged a deadpan look with him. “She acts like I don’t help her with anything.”

“I’m better at chopping than you are.”

“Whose knives do you think you’re using?”

Billy chuckled and crooned, “Come here.”

Steve’s sweater-clad arms went around his neck with no further prompting. Steve kissed him slow, sighing against Billy’s cheek. Billy let him, relishing the hand scratching through the hair on his nape, and the warm palm on the fabric of his red button-up shirt -

Steve broke the kiss to scold, “You’re going to freeze your ass off if you keep dressing like this.”

Billy smiled. “Not if I’m here.”

Reluctantly, Steve mirrored his sass with a bashful smile of his own. “Not if you’re here. Fine.”

Billy held onto the back of Steve’s green sweater as the latter towed him all the way to the kitchen. Billy let go so he could take his time walking by the center piece of the Harrington’s dining room table:

Their menorah was unique. Instead of a multi-armed candelabra, an olive wood tray with iron brackets held a long row of small, glass cups. Each cup glistened with oil for a thick wick to burn tranquilly. It was definitely a fire hazard, but Steve wasn’t a kid anymore, and the table remained clean and uncluttered for the flames to dance safely.

Chanukah ended last week, but Billy wasn’t about to tell them to put their menorah away.

“What’s on the menu?” he greeted as he rounded the island counter.

“Make the salad, dear. Steve, keep stirring that risotto. Bobby -”

Robert Harrington timely turned on the electric mixer. “WHAT?” he called theatrically.

His wife would not be discouraged by noise. “FINISH THE CHALLAH.”

The man looked startlingly like Steve as he smiled with a thumbs up.

It was endearing, as well as eye-opening, to spend time with Steve’s parents. He was exactly half and half of both of them, both in looks and demeanor. Annette removed her husband’s glasses to clean them while he worked in flour, and slid them back onto his face with the familiarity of a long marriage.

They actually liked each other. And they liked each other around Steve. They liked each other around Billy.

Once the food reached a lull between the stove and oven doing most of the work, Mr. Harrington opened the wine while his wife asked, “Billy, do you usually do Christmas on the twenty-fourth or fifth?”

“The twenty-fifth. Why?”

“So I’ll know when you’ll be around.”

He laughed, “You can kick me out whenever you’re tired of me.”

“No such thing. We’ll see you on Christmas Eve, then.”

Billy didn’t have it in him to tell her that he’d be here the moment he was released Christmas morning. As soon as he was sent off to take Max to the movies, or to her friend’s house, Billy would be right here.

Mr. Harrington intercepted, “Billy, can I get your help with something?”

Billy popped a cherry tomato into his mouth as he followed the man to the garage. He was not expecting a Christmas tree, still in its netting, to be lying on top of the luxury SUV. Mr. Harrington gave him the tree stand and a box cutter. “I’ll untie her. You take the trunk and set her down when we’re inside. You’ll see the trash bag between the backdoor and fireplace.”

Sure enough, beside the glass sliding door to the backyard, sat an open trash bag. He set the tree stand in its center, and lowered the trunk into it. Above him, he heard Mr. Harrington call out, “Annie, is it level?”

Billy recognized Steve’s snowflake socks when they arrived to hold the tree steady as he screwed in the pegs. Upon standing, he was given a string of the white and blue lights Robert favored, and Billy murmured to Steve, “Why do you have a tree?”

Steve smiled, “You’re here all the time, and you help us with our holidays. So. This thing smells good, damn. No wonder this is a thing.”

A string of white and blue.

Then a string of multicolored.

Finished with a string of warm, white lights.

“It looks good, gentlemen,” Annette said while setting the baked challah on a cutting board. “Let this cool and help yourselves.”

Billy eyed that tree all evening. More specifically, its lack of a topper or tree skirt. So the next time he went out with Max, he dragged her with him to stores and the flea market. She hissed complaints about the cold, until he finally threw his jacket over her head and ordered, “Blue or white tree skirt. I’ll get you a chicken sandwich if it has Stars of David on it.”

“Why would a Christmas tree skirt have Jewish stuff on it?”

“Two parts of a relationship don’t have to be the same religion, shit bird.”

“So Steve’s Jewish?”

“You have five minutes or I’m not buying lunch for you.”

“It’s not my fault if they don’t have it!” she groaned, storming off.

She delivered at the second store. A white skirt featuring white deer embroidered on it, with blue eyes and blue, iridescent glitter all over it. No chicken sandwich, but Billy gave her money to buy street food at the flea market. It took all afternoon, but he finally crumbled and asked an antique vendor about what he wanted.

Turns out, between the combination of antique nerds and Jewish people, his search went from hours down to minutes. The vendors directed him to the corresponding stall, where the middle-aged woman held a brass Star of David tree topper. “It’s a bit old, but nothing a good polish won’t solve.”

She certainly wasn’t giving it away, either. Billy haggled her down with the help of Max devouring chicken skewers and looking innocent beside him.

He didn’t wait to give them to the Harringtons. He didn’t even gift them, really. The next time he picked up Steve from the mall, he drove with their fingers laced together, and walked right into the house with the bags. Steve watched him tie the skirt under the tree, before retrieving the step ladder from the garage for his hardheaded boyfriend.

“You and your high ceilings,” Billy complained, refusing to let Steve put it on the tall tree.

Steve smiled in wonder as Billy came down. “Where did you find a Jewish tree topper?”

“A hustler at the flea market.”

He laughed. “You know, Jews are known for being good at making money.”

“Then why do you work at Scoops?”

His jaw dropped but he picked it up quickly. “I’ll have you know that I bring in all the attractive clientele.”

Billy smirked and tugged on Steve’s uniform pants. The winter edition of the sailor suit featured matching blue military trousers, making Steve look straight out of a 1945 cartoon. “Is that so?”

“Made you one-eighty right into the shop.”

Billy’s hands massaged Steve’s lumbar as he teased, “You were watching me walk by?”

“More like waiting for a time bomb. Watching you wander is like playing Duck Duck Goose.”

“That sounds like you lost, Stevie.”

He huffed a laugh and combed Billy’s hair behind both of his ears. Steve liked his ears. “Only if I didn’t tag you back.”

Billy’s tongue teased Steve’s lips when they kissed. He lifted a hand to press a thumb to Steve’s cheek before the latter said, “I’m tired of smelling butterscotch. You wanna shower with me?”

Billy felt molten sugar swirl in his belly. “Yeah.”

Much as Billy wanted to touch Steve all over, they saved that for his bed afterward. Slippery lips found each other under the hot water, and afterward Steve somehow managed to get Billy straddling him on the bed.

“You insistent...on topping?” Billy panted between kisses.

“No, just...just want to touch your legs. Wanna touch you.”

Billy let him, sighing at the squeezes on the backs of his thighs. He snickered as their erections rubbed together, haphazardly lubed with the lotion in Steve’s bedside drawer. “I’m getting you lube and condoms for Christmas, pretty boy.”

Steve couldn’t answer right away. His jaw went slack as his hips jerked up into their hands. Close. Billy decided he didn’t want an answer, and lifted Steve’s face to kiss him sloppy and sweet. Kiss him till he came.

Billy almost peaked with the sounds Steve made. Lusty sighs and ragged velvet in which his voice escaped. And Billy’s heart clenched when Steve’s first reaction after cumming was to kiss Billy’s chest, to nuzzle up to Billy’s throat.

Then he shoved Billy right onto his back, and Billy exclaimed his own sounds as Steve took him inside his mouth. Hot, wet, and moving fast enough that Billy didn’t get a chance to breathe. His fingers thrust into that forest of dark hair, holding it off of Steve’s face as well as giving Billy something to hold onto as he unraveled.

It had been a while for both of them, clearly.

But as much as Billy enjoyed it, as much as he wanted to do it again at the earliest opportunity, his emotional stamina had officially worn out. He ate well at the Harringtons’. They teased him for living there half the week and invited him to stay longer. He slept better in Steve’s toasty bed than he ever had in his life, and

And he didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want Christmas to arrive.

As they lay side by side against the pillows, Steve had the tact to grasp Billy’s hand and nothing else. As soon as Billy knew that Steve knew he was crying, he sat up in bed,

But

But what? He leaves and goes exactly toward what he’s dreading? Avoids Steve only to give himself over to the cold, bland torment of his house?

So he whispered, “I don’t want to go home.”

Then he sobbed, “I don’t wanna go home.”

Steve drew him close to shelter in the bend of his neck and shoulder. Gradually, he coaxed Billy back down to lay in his arms while Steve’s fingertips moved in circles around his ear.

“Then don’t go home.”

“I have to,” he mumbled, nose stopped up. “It’s the holidays.”

Steve was quiet, but his fingertips kept up their movements on his scalp. “You can bring Max here. Dustin drags Will and Lucas here all the time, so it wouldn’t be a lie to say she’s with her friends. That you’re chaperoning.”

Billy shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m like unwanted, heirloom furniture in that house. Can’t stay. Can’t leave.”

“Then don’t go home,” Steve repeated.

Billy snorted but with no real heat behind it. “Bit soon for me to move in, don’t you think?”

“We have a couple of guest rooms so you won’t be cooped up in here. You help with the pool and house enough as it is. Between my parents’ work, and how often you’re here already, they won’t notice a difference. You said you aced your first semester at the college, right?”

“Right,” Billy confirmed, no amount of tears taking that victory away from him.

Steve inhaled the smell of his hair and finished, “Don’t go home tonight. Just tonight. Worry about tomorrow later.”

Billy managed to inhale deeply and muttered, “Make me a drink.”

Steve snorted as they both heard the garage vibrate through the house. “Stay here. I’ll bring up some food and tell mom that you don’t feel well.”

He dressed quickly and left the room. Billy turned on the electric sheet and left the bed to toast up while he pilfered Steve’s drawers. He and Steve were the same in the shoulders, but Billy’s arms and waist were thicker. A t-shirt and sweat pants later, Steve found him curled up with a movie.

The next day, though, Billy found a gift in his car, right on the Camaro’s driver seat. He opened the shimmery green wrapping paper and the box within, unveiling an impressive crimson sweater. The exterior had the texture of a knit garment, but the interior was soft as cashmere and solid, so less air would get through it. He lifted a card stock note to read,

Red is your color. An early present for an early gift to us this year. Merry Christmas, Billy.

- Annie and Robert

Had to wrap this while you slept. You’re cute, but you’re not hot enough to survive the Great Lake snows. Keep this in your car, and call me if you get snowed in anywhere.

- XOXO Steve

Billy smirked crookedly at the similar handwriting between Steve and his mom. Then he dumped his jacket on the passenger seat to pull the sweater right over Steve’s t-shirt that he’d “borrowed.”

It had already been snowing off and on since October, but Steve certainly predicted the downpour that arrived with the winter solstice. The oil menorah flickered lazily as big, fluffy snowflakes fell in sheets outside the sliding glass door. Steve’s hair bobbed like a cockatoo’s while he danced around to the music Billy put on. One of his new records.

Billy wore his sweater and now, oversized fuzzy socks. Billy came to the kitchen for a refill of his drink and teased, “I don’t think you all understand that gifting happens on one day for the rest of us.”

Steve grinned between him and the growing pile of shiny presents under the tree. “Yeah, so? You gave us stuff up front.”

“You can’t put gifts under a naked tree. She needed her skirt.”

“My guy’s a gentleman. Who’d a’thought.”

“Don’t make me come over there, Harrington.”

Steve blew air out of his mouth so his lips vibrated. “Jesus wasn’t even born in December, so all bets are off.”

“How do you know that?”

“You remember that Holistic girl at school? She got into an argument with Michael Smith, the preacher’s son. That was really something to see. She quoted some gospel stuff right at him about John the Baptiste telling his mom that Jesus had been born, while she picked dates from a tree. The whole ‘dates being harvested at the end of summer’ really ruined Smith’s argument. Ancient naked people had it right: drink wine when the earth tilts four times a year. No fuss about it.”

Billy’s nose scrunched when he laughed unadulterated. “Is that the naked part or the wine part?”

Steve froze, wide-eyed and stuck between having to choose before he recovered, “Pretty sure they did both.”

True to Steve’s words, Dustin arrived the next day looking like a colorful, quilted marshmallow. He had Max and Will in tow, complaining how Lucas and Mike were elsewhere commiserating about girls or whatever. Since Max was one of those girls, Billy decided that half of these runts were decent and the other half could fall in a slushy ditch.

After an hour of trudging through snow, gliding on the ice, and crashing into a fair amount of mailboxes, Steve led the pack into his house for warmth and food. Max’s nose glowed a warning, cherry red. Billy ordered her to shower in the guest bathroom while Mrs. Henderson took the boys home.

Billy drew Steve away from the sink full of dishes to kiss him and inform, “I’m taking Max home. I don’t think I’ll be back until Christmas Eve.”

Steve’s lips pursed like he was still mid-kiss while he absorbed that. “Do you want me to drive? You can leave your car here and I’ll get you for - ”

Billy tugged on the neck of Steve’s double layers of sweaters, making him sway. “Steve. I’ve made it this far. I’ll call you when I’m there so you know I didn’t die.”

Those large, dark hazel eyes didn’t hide Steve’s worry, but he nodded and kissed Billy soft and slow. Then he giggled and rubbed his cheek against Billy’s jawline. “Your stubble is cold.”

Billy and Max made it to Cherry Lane easily enough. Careful and steady on the salted parts, or occasionally using the middle of the road and its fresh powder for traction.

Billy only lasted two days. On the night of the 23rd, he stormed out of the house, the tears on his face too salty to freeze as his breath fogged like smoke in front of his face -

The slam of his car door echoed next to him, jarring him to look to his right. “Get the hell out!”

“Or what?” Max barked, but her eyes were too wide. “You’ll crash before you even get to Steve’s, and what do you think happens in there when you’re gone?”

Billy felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. Tear right through sinew and flesh only to discover that there was nothing underneath to begin with. “You’re not his kid and you’re a girl. You get it different.”

Max crossed her arms tightly around her. She’d rushed out too fast to put a coat on. “Shut up and drive.”

He did, and damn it, he drove better with her in the car. Arrived in one piece in Steve’s driveway. Rang the doorbell to see Mr. Harrington with Steve shoving past him to hug Billy tight. In the middle of the hug, he shoved Max behind him to get in the house first. While his parents attended to Max, Steve released Billy enough to grip his shoulders. “Have you eaten? Are you injured?”

“No,” Billy wiped his nose. “No. But there might be a phone call - ”

“There already was. Susan knows Max is here.”

The door shut and Billy worked his way out of his shoes. Steve’s duck shoes. There were probably a pair for Billy waiting under the tree. Steve reappeared in his own coat and said in a rush, I’m switching your car and mine in the garage.”

“Why?”

“Because. You get to disappear tonight. Mom mulled some cider and we have a savage game of monopoly going. Dad will deal you and Max in.”

Billy found Max sitting at the dining table that separated the kitchen and living room, eyes glazed over as she watched the oil and flames. He set a glass of cider in front of her, preceded by a feast of breakfast for dinner.

Max fell asleep on the couch before Annette roused her to climb the stairs for the guest bedroom she’d prepared. It took a long time for Billy to fall asleep, leading to a late morning. All of the Harringtons were off work for the capitalist-approved holidays, so Steve and Max sat at the table, one nursing a coffee and the other slowly eating oatmeal while old Christmas music played. Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra crooned about love as Mrs. Harrington flipped the pages of a cooking magazine from her place on the couch. Her long dark hair draped over the cushions, one hand raking over the top of her scalp in long strokes.

It was a slow day. Billy got himself a coffee and drank it with Steve’s knee leaning against his own. It took him a long time to realize it was Christmas Eve.

Max helped in the kitchen. A large metal pan went into the oven, laden with a disassembled turkey. Brown sugar vegetables and savory bread pudding cooked alongside it. After picking Billy’s brain, Mr. Harrington ran out and returned with the Frosted, vanilla fudge-covered Oreos for Max. Billy knew he probably did emergency gift shopping, considering more presents manifested beneath the tree as the day went on.

He napped on Steve’s chest in their bed. He knew dinner was ready by the smell that permeated the house all at once.

It was the best Christmas dinner. Movies played on the television, volume low while they debated nonsense things like animated movies, Alien plot points, zombies versus vampires, and arcade music.

Billy plucked an Oreo out of the plastic tray for dessert, and went to the tree. He gave a red and silver-wrapped gift to Steve. He lit up brighter than the tree. “Me first?”

He opened the pajama set that matched Billy’s.

Billy opened a “winter essentials” box of accessories for his car.

Sure enough, Max got a matching luxurious sweater: a robust green to make her hair and eyes pop.

Billy got new earrings and Max received bracelets, and new wheels and trucks for her skateboard.

The Harringtons gave each other new kitchen utensils, art supplies, and books.

Both Max and Billy opened to silk pillowcases, much to their perplexity until Steve explained, “It’s good for your hair! Billy, your curls will thank me.”

Billy saved Steve’s necklace for last. He took it from under the tree and set it quietly on his boyfriend’s lap. It didn’t take long for Steve to stop his chatter and rip through the shiny paper...

Annette exhaled, “Oh, Steve...Billy, that’s beautiful.”

Steve had pulled the Star of David pendant from its box, letting the gold hang between his fingertips. The star was small, not much bigger than the one he wore on his ankle. Simple, elegant, and it glistened like the golden oil of his menorah.

He put it on, and it sparked off the dark green of his sweater. He fiddled with it as he looked at Billy’s own tarnished Saint. “We match. Sort of.”

Billy snorted and reached for another Oreo.

Billy did, in fact, get him lube and condoms for Christmas, but he put those in Steve’s bedside drawer without bothering to wrap them.

As the hour grew late and the house quiet, Billy lay in Steve’s arms, feeling deliciously satisfied, if a little sore. He talked about how his Saint had been his mother’s. How Catholicism didn’t typically have room for divorce, and how he’d wondered over the years just how much leaving him and his father broke his mother.

Steve ruined his hair more than he already had by raking his hands through the broken curls. “We’re not the best religious examples. But. I always liked who we are. Because it’s more than a religion, it’s a culture for us. A person can be Jewish without the community, or live in the community without buying into the God stuff. Then again, we’ve kind of had the shit kicked out of us over the years. Even when God dies, the people around you stick around. That’s good.”

Billy sniffled, but refused to cry on Christmas. He nodded against Steve’s chest hair. “That’s good.”

“What d’you wanna do tomorrow, Christmas boy?”

Billy pinched his nipple and responded, “I want to throw your ass in the snow, and then have my turn with it afterwards.”

Steve giggled right into a yawn. “Ahhh-kay...Not in the snow, right?”

“No promises.”

“Wait a minute,” Steve laughed nervously.

#harringrove #jewish!steve #ficlet #neonponders #harringrove holiday #wholesome Harringtons because i said so #now i need to finish my holiday exchange fic orz

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crashhhhhintome · 2 years

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Best Christmas ever

"You know what? Fuck all this," Billy mutters while jumping his window and running to his car. He'll probably get a hell of a beat-up later but he doesn't care. He's been fighting against the urge to escape Christmas at Hargrove residence and when he thought about the main reason he wanted to leave for alone in his room, he grabbed his keys and made his way out.

He turned on the Camaro and run through the city, getting to the only market that was still open for last-minute Christmas emergencies, just like his. He got in and bought some beers, wine to be fancy, cheeses, and bread. Simple but good enough for two.

His final ride to his destination was short but he was careful with all the ice and snow. Thank God Susan had bought him some new pants and a jacket, cause the old ones weren't protecting him from the cold anymore; also, he wanted to look nice.

He parked in his garage and left the car holding the groceries, always looking out for the bottle of wine. The three seconds between the doorbell ringing and someone showing up were super long for Billy.

Steve wasn't excited about Christmas. He wasn't excited about the Holiday season for years and years, to be honest.

He thought that maybe he could be with Dustin or even Hargrove, but Dustin went to his family house by the lake and Hargrove... Well, his house was bad. So Steve just accepted another Christmas alone in his big empty house.

And that's why he got so startled when the doorbell rang. He was cooking some fancy pasta he saw in one of his mother's old recipe books, so he could have some distraction when the sound coming from the door filled the whole quiet house. He cleaned his hands and went to his front door to find...

Hargrove.

Wearing new clothes and holding 2 full bags of groceries.

"Hi?"

"Hey. Merry Christmas. Wanna eat and get wasted?" Billy offered. Steve felt his heart melting a little.

Billy was unsure but the way Steve smiles and pulled him inside made him calmer. Before he could tell, he was sitting at the kitchen table, smelling the amazing cooking Steve was getting done.

"Hargrove, this would be amazing with my pasta!" Steve shouted holding the cheese and kept looking into the bags. "Do you mind if we put it in the pot? I know you brought bread too, but we can leave it for later."

"Sure. I mean, you're the chef apparently. I'm just here to make sure we have a minimum decent Christmas."

Soon Steve was back to work and when everything was almost done, he asked Billy to set the table. On any other day, Billy would argue and tell him they should eat watching TV but he went out wanting a real Christmas Eve right? So he could eat like a proper man.

He set everything: a nice red tablecloth, beers, wine, juice, cups for every drink, a pot rest for the pasta, a little plate with bread, other plates, and cutlery. Steve finished with the pasta and a Christmas flower arrangement. When Billy looked at the flowers confused, he just shrugged. "They were gonna die in this winter anyway."

They started eating in silence and both decided to drink wine first.

Billy was sitting at the edge of the table, probably where Mr. Harrington would be seated if he gave two shits about his son, and Steve was right at his side.

"Why'd you come?" Steve asked with his mouth full.

Steve was really curious. Hargrove hasn't said a word about coming before and also didn't said since he arrived.

"I just..." Couldn't leave you alone and stay at that miserable house knowing we both could be together, Billy thought but hold his words. "It made sense."

Steve agreed when they went back to the silence, eating the little pasta that was still on his plate. A few minutes later, Steve hold Hargrove's hand. "Thank you. For both of us."

Steve stared at their fingers for a second and then, at his eyes. With a loud noise, Billy pushed his chair back and went forward, kissing Steve. At first, he didn't know what to do but soon melt against Billy's lips.

Billy couldn't control himself. He just couldn't when Steve looked so warm and cozy and sexy at the same time, as the perfect Christmas gift. He kissed him being sure Steve would kiss him back because there's no way he didn't like him too. If Steve didn't like Billy, he would never hold his hand at the quarry, he would never treat Billy so well, he would never hug him goodbye every time he went home, he would never accept him so well on Christmas Eve.

"Merry Christmas, pretty boy," Billy whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Billy," Steve whispered back, looking deep into his eyes.

Read on AO3 here!

#steve x billy #harringrove #stranger things #christmas #billy x steve

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gravegroves · 3 years

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For the prompts/headcanon thing:

Billy trying to save for a trip back to Cali and Steve raising money for him by doing a sexy carwash service except Billy turns up. Steve would be all like, 'I'm trying to raise money FOR you, get lost' and Bills would be like 'listen Bambi, I want my car ✨gleaming✨, not one spot missed, now hop to it'

Steve happens to be wearing the most obscenely short booty shorts, just saying...

(and omg your art is just *chefs kiss* stunning, welcome to the fandom 😊)

May I suggest a slightly altered version?

Maybe it's tradition for graduates in Hawkins to organise fund raisers for the kids going off to college and this year, Steve's year, the girls have decided to do a raffle of some kind while the boys decide to do a car wash. Now, Steve might not be going to college, but he really could use the money and say what you will about Steve and his dwindling popularity, but none of the guys can deny that he pulls in some serious bucks from the desperate housewives willing to shell over a whole five fucking dollars to have their car washed by a guy in cut-off jean shorts and a crop top.

They organise the fund raiser to happen over a whole weekend and they luck out with the weather, the sun is absolutely baking and most of the boys are down to just their shorts by late morning already and business is booming. Steve is fairly fucking sure that Mrs Wheeler's car is the cleanest vehicle in the county by now considering that she's paid to have her car washed three times in just two days. And it's late afternoon on Sunday, the fund raiser only has a few hours left and Steve's hands are wrinkly and a bit sore, his soaked clothes had been a nice way to cool off during the day, but are now starting to chafe uncomfortably and the tips of his ears are sunburnt of all the fucking places... so Steve is ready to call it a day already. Then the familiar, deep rumble of a car approaching makes at least a dozen heads turn to look, but Steve freezes in place because he knows that engine...

And of course it's Billy. Of course the dickhead would have heard about this and jumped at the opportunity and of course Steve is the one who's just finished up and ready to take on the next customer. And Billy gets out of the car, wearing those red life guard shorts that've haunted Steve's dreams all summer and nothing else, tips his sunglasses down his wrinkled nose, complains loudly about how he thought this was a sexy car wash, but still drives the Camaro into the free spot and grins at Steve when it becomes obvious who's gonna be washing his car.

He planned this. Steve fucking knows it.

And they might be on good terms now or whatever, but Billy's still an extraordinary dick when he wants to be and Steve can see it written clearly over the guy's face that today is gonna be one of those days. Some of the other boys snicker at his predicament, but quickly avert their gaze when Billy turns to look at them with his eyebrows raised.

"Get to it, Harrington." Billy smirks and pulls a fold-out chair out of the trunk. Flips it open with a flick of his wrist and sets it down with a clack on the bitumen like the show-off douchebag that he is.

Not that he ever gets to sit in it. Because Billy hovers. He calls out suggestions and approaches Steve from behind to lean down to make sure Steve is getting into every nook and cranny and giving his baby a good scrub, all while breathing sarcastic encouragements into his ear. All round being an absolute pain in the ass, as Steve had suspected he would be. And Steve could probably deal with all of that just fine, except Billy keeps touching him. Keeps accidentally knocking their hips together or glancing his knuckles over Steve's thigh where no one can see or breathes warmly over his sunburnt shoulders and neck when he leans in to get a better look, making Steve shiver involuntarily.

And Steve is a mess. He tries to keep himself angled away from Billy's stare, keeping covered with buckets and rags as much as possible because by the end he's definitely getting hard and his shorts aren't doing much to hide it. And he suspects that Billy knows exactly what he's doing, okay, but there's a small chance that he doesn't and that's a chance too great for Steve to dare say or do anything about it.

But when Steve is finally done and the Camaro is shining in the warm, late afternoon sun, Billy leans in to tuck a five dollar note into the waist of his pants like he's some kind of stripper and says, low and intimate, "I might need someone to help clean the back seat, too, of you're interested Harrington?"

And Steve, idiot that he is, looks through the window into the perfectly tidy interior and says "Looks fine to me."

And Billy throws his head back and makes that breathless chuckle Steve has come to learn is real amusement and not that crazed hyena cackle he makes when he's two seconds from flipping his lid. Billy leans in again once he gets a hold of himself, this time leaning one hand on the roof of the Camaro and all but trapping Steve against the sun-warmed window, "Well, wanna help me get it dirty first, then?"

And oh!

Steve can definitely do that.

I just got the most vivid image of Steve scowling at Billy over the hood of the Camaro as he washes it, probably yells at him to fuck off for half an hour so he can get some work done and Billy just grins, sucks down a slushie through a straw with maximum slurping sounds and stays put, keeps yelling directions and being a menace. I'm definitely gonna put this on the list for potential art prompts!

(And thank you so much, for both the prompt and the welcome!! 🌼)

#gravegroves prompts #gravegroves #asks

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redd1e · 3 years

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thank you @lovebillyhargrove for tagging me you’re so sweet!!! as someone who wants to write but never finds the motivation to carry on her ideas i LOVE sharing my HCs <3 so let’s get started!

oh and idk who to tag but if you see this feel free to join!

1. Do they get together BEFORE MF possessing Billy or AFTER shit goes down? (Or maybe DURING😲)

before 100%!!! because then steve starts noticing that billy is acting weird and is able to help him in time. but now that i think about it it’s really interesting to imagine billy being reckless while being possessed, saying fuck it and ask steve out :’)

2. Who kisses who first?

steve kisses billy first! billy is brave and a flirt but super bad at soft intimacy such as first kisses

3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)

uhhhhh so many options with this one! the camaro? a random bedroom at the halloween party? steve’s pool? in the locker room at school after everybody’s gone home? i don’t know where but i’ll go with some random place, not in an intimate place like steve’s bedroom, that’ll come later but for their first (and second and third) time i picture a casual place after they bicker or fight and get horny (starting as fuckbuddies like gallavich yknow?)

4. Who says 💖 I LOVE YOU 💖 first?

ohhhhh definitely steve, his big heart blurts it out after billy has done something meaningful for him or just after a random but nice date because he had such a good time and he stares at billy and just can’t stop himself for saying it

5. Bottom!Steve or Bottom!Billy?

i think i’m the 1% who doesn’t really have an opinion on it lol. both are good!

6. Do they give gifts to each other?

omg steve automatically buys everything billy wants like he’ll casually mentions he likes a pair of boots while they walk past a shop and boom the next day they’re his. to steve it’s not even spoiling, he just wants to make his boyfriend happy since he can. but billy is so mad because he sees it as a competition and he can’t afford things like steve can so he’s like 😤🤬🤬😤

7. Where do they end up living? California, Chicago, Hawkins... Idk .. Alaska??)))) Any other location?

cali is billy’s happy place so i see them moving there ahhhhh <33 billy being in his element again and steve staring at him having fun surfing with a big smile on his face, a bucket hat and A LOT of sunscreen on himself

8. What are their future jobs?

i see billy being a mechanic or something music related while steve hmm something that keeps him in contact with people since he’s a big extrovert? or omg make him work in a dog shelter!!

9. Who’s a better cook?

i’ve always pictured steve being really good at cooking since he’s at home alone 99% of the time so he learnt, also to distract himself for the loneliness. but also billy being a good cook sounds amazing so either steve or both!

10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?

✨ billy harrington ✨

11. What's Max's reaction when she hears they're together?

she suspected it and now mike owes her 20$

12. Describe in ONE SENTENCE Hopper's reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together?

big BIG B I G sigh + eye roll because he can already predict the mess that duo will cause

13. Does Robin like Billy OR does Robin hate Billy?

BILLY AND ROBIN BESTIES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!! they talk about music, movies and how dumb steve is (affectionate)

14. What about Dustin?

dustin is very protective of steve so he does the “hurt him and i’ll kill you” thing with billy to which he LAUGHS because what is that kid gonna do ??? but oh don’t ever underestimate dustin

15. Fav Harringrove AU?

pirate and merman is just SO chef’s kiss

16. Billy+Camaro=...???

his first love, but now it’s also tied to steve so whenever billy is alone and gets in he smiles because he remembers all the moments with steve in that car... the kisses, the sex, the confessions at 2 am, steve buying him red roses and accidentally spilling them all over the car, the car smelling like steve,... plus when he has to replace it he forever keeps a picture of it on his nightstand !! why did this get so sappy! oh well!

#tag game #harringrove

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bird-in-a-cage · 4 years

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Since I’m bored and slightly tipsy I present a brand new game:

Stranger Things Outfit Tag Game

Rules: Pick your top five outfits from Stranger Things. It can be any character from any series. Honorable mentions are allowed at the end. Include pictures if you can, if not then that’s okay too. Tag your best bitches, however many you want!

Alright, lets get to it!

1. Scoops Ahoy

Love it or hate it this is just an iconic piece of fashion! I fucking adore everything about it. The stupid hats that you know if either of them lost it would be docked out of their paychecks, the fact that the material just looks so thick, the fake undershirt thrown in there to really bump up the nautical feel (and for a more practical level I feel was thrown in there to try and cover up Joe’s chest hair). Plus it reminds me of having crappy jobs where you’re forced to wear a crappy uniform and they never ever fit right. Never. Every single minimum wage job I’ve had I’ve had to practically fight to get a uniform that fits me right, so many it just hits so right with me because I relate to it on some level.

2. Billy’s date night outfit

You know the one. Everything about this just hits so right. The soft looking brown leather jacket, that’s clearly a favourite because we see it more than once in the series, and just looks so well worn like a second skin. The maroon shirt that has buttons, but no one knows why. The alpha male titties out, coming to fuck your mother and your babysitter. The dangly knife earring. It just all exudes so much raw sexual energy. I’m sure costume had a whale of a time putting it all together.

3. Billy’s flayed date night outfit

Flayed Billy in general is just a million little chef’s kisses, but this outfit is a personal favourite. Where he’s still in there somewhere, where the mindflayer is mixing what it knows normal people wear and what Billy would own. The chest is still out, but not as much. The mullet is still there but needs some attention. It's the epitome of bad boy you can take home to meet your parents.

4. Steve ‘Monster Hunting Babysitter’ Harrington

Steve for the entire second half of season two is just a fashion moment. The grey jacket is on point, the jeans are on point, the hair is towering and magnificent. But then mixed with the bandana and yellow swim goggles in the tunnels. It’s a perfect look.

5. El’s 80s pattern jumpsuit/Max’s stripes and shorts

It looks like an arcade floor. I love it! I love it more than the pink dress and blue jacket from season one The girls at the mall in general is such an amazingly sweet few scenes. Please god more for season four! I love these girls being friends!

Honorable mentions:

- Dustin covered in hockey pads that are far too big for him chasing after Dart. You’re trying to capture an interdimensional monster sweetie. I understand you want to be safe but maybe movement is a good idea too?

- The looks being served at Hawkins Community Pool. Let’s be honest here, the whole pool is just a moment. Billy’s red lifeguard shorts, Karen’s two tone swimsuit, Heather’s lifeguard suit, Billy (again) when flayed in a fucking sweatshirt eating a cup of ice and covered in a blanket in the middle of summer and of course, the one that got away, the Everlast crop top. RIP king.

- Steve’s Family Video interview vest. I fucking love that dumb vest. Does it remind me of Marty Mcfly? Absolutely. Do I think that in a Russian druggy haze Steve watched that movie and thought “shit, I gotta get me one of those”? You’re goddamn right I do!

- Billy’s entrance to the show in that fucking Canadian tuxedo, triple denim insanity (because I checked and to me it looks like jeans, a jacket and a fucking denim shirt like boy calm your ass down with the denim!)

Tag you’re it!: @cockasinthebird and @shewritesdirty, cause you’re both my best bitches and I know you’ll do me proud!

#tag game #stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington #billy hargrove #fashion #eleven #max mayfield #dustin henderson

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Ok so firstly I absolutely adore your writing! Not only is your characterization on point but the way you use words and create these beautiful sentences full of emotion? *chef's kiss* anyway, could you possibly write something where like Steve is triggered by something related to his homelife trauma (feeling dumb, ignored etc) and he starts to panic and billy has to calm him down? I know that's both super vague and too specific but whatever you decide to do I'm sure it'll be brilliant!! Thank u!

“what are you, stupid? jesus. king steve, everybody. in all his glory.”

steve feels his cheeks burn bright red. tommy can be such a fucking dick sometimes.

no - not sometimes. all the time. every waking moment of his life is spent being an insufferable prick. steve has long since gotten used to it, but this? this just. sucks.

because he’s standing in the fucking hallway, surrounded by curious onlookers. his peers; the ones who used to look at him with stars in their eyes. now watching him be humiliated by the guy who used to claim to love him when no one else was around to hear.

same way his father always did. steve may be the former king of hawkins high, but his father still reigns king when it comes to tearing steve down in the most humiliating and public ways possible.

when he’s around, anyway.

steve glares at tommy, his throat working. it feels tight, like his comeback is stuck inside, the words packed tightly together. tommy just stares right back.

fucking dick. steve tries to remember what he’d felt all those years ago, when they were young and naïve and tommy didn’t care about his reputation or appearances. when they’d fall together in the dark, learning each other’s mouths and bodies and trading secrets in the quiet of his bedroom. stupid hormonal teenagers without a care in the world.

but that was before. before tommy got scared. before carol, or nancy. before steve’s world literally turned upside down.

steve can hear the snickering of his classmates, the hushed whispers. he just - it’s too much. his chest feels tight and his breath comes out in short bursts. he wants to move, to get the hell out of dodge and wash the feeling of tommy’s cruel gaze off of him. but he feels like he’s frozen in place, until. until.

a pair of curious blue eyes find his. billy, quiet as ever. he’s always quiet these days, that big personality and overbearing presence of his squandered by some altercation between him and max that steve had been too unconscious to witness.

billy’s not joining in, just trying to get to his locker. it doesn’t stop him from curiously assessing the situation before him. his clear, inquisitive eyes search steve’s face, his expression perfectly neutral.

he does that a lot these days. watches steve like a hawk, always around like a second shadow. it unnerved steve at first, put him on edge. constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

nothing has ever come of it. billy just watches him, observing. dissecting steve silently from a healthy distance, for reasons steve still doesn’t quite understand. they never talk about it - it’s another unspoken thing between them, one of many.

steve finds that it doesn’t bother him anymore, not the way it did at first. he’s grown used to it - is comforted by it, even. knowing that during school hours, no matter the place, no matter the situation, billy will be there. a silent observer whose eyes steve can find whenever he needs to ground himself.

a breath of fresh air when the world gets to be too much.

“this’ll be good,” tommy snorts, smacking billy’s shoulder lightly. his hand lingers against his skin for a moment too long. long enough for steve to notice. “you ever hear the story of how king steve lost control of his kingdom, hargrove? how he was just too damn stupid to keep it together?”

steve can’t help but think about how punchable tommy’s face has become over the years. how easy it’d be to close the distance between them, slam him up against the locker and take some of his pride back.

clearly, though, it’s not as easy as it seems.

“fuck you,” is all steve grinds out, before spinning on his heel and stalking down the hallway.

all he can think is about getting out. getting away, far away. away from the eyes of his classmates, away from billy still assessing him quietly. when he reaches the double doors leading to the parking lot, he can hear raised voices.

steve doesn’t turn back to see who they belong to, or listen to what they’re saying.

he makes it all the way to the beemer, his hands shaking as he fumbles for his keys. steve hates the way his hands shake nowadays, always a slight tremor even in his down time, made worse in high-stress situations.

the sound of his keys hitting the concrete is jarring. steve slumps against the beemer, turning his face up towards the sky and taking a steadying breath.

“you sure handled that well.”

steve jumps nearly a foot in the air, his eyes flying open in alarm. billy stands a few feet away, one hand holding a cigarette, the other stuffed in the pocket of his too-tight jeans.

“yeah, well. fuck you too.” steve bends down, grabbing his keys from the pavement. his hands still shake, his body wound too tight. on the verge of a full-blown panic.

he moves to unlock the beemer, but billy grabs his elbow. takes a drag off of his cigarette, then says, “let’s go for a drive.”

steve knows not to argue with billy hargrove by now. though, that doesn’t really ever stop him. but right now he doesn’t have it in him. right now, he’s still coiled tight, just on this side of a breakdown.

the camaro smells like billy. a heady mixture of cologne, cigarettes, stale beer, and the faint scent of laundry detergent. the scent makes steve’s head feel a little fuzzy, same way billy’s eyes do.

yeah, steve has a type. as much as it pains him to admit it.

“where’re we going?” steve asks after several long minutes of silence.

billy ashes his cigarette out his window, not even glancing in steve’s direction. “you’ll see,” is all steve gets.

they drive for a little while, the silence riding the line between comfortable and uncomfortable. steve feels a little suffocated by it, the weight of it pressing down on him.

soon, however, the camaro is rolling to a stop. steve looks out the window, his brows coming together in confusion. “the quarry?”

“get out.”

steve opens his mouth to object, not a huge fan of billy ordering him around. although - that’s debatable. he’s fully aware of how he feels when billy bosses him around on the court. but at least there he can blame his flush on physical exertion rather than the truth.

but billy is too fast, swinging his door open and climbing out of the car, slamming it back shut before steve can utter a word. he can hear him rummaging around in the trunk, and, well. steve is too curious for his own good.

he climbs out, breathing the fresh air deep into his lungs. billy’s scent had been getting rather overwhelming, anyway.

billy carries a box to the edge of the quarry, not sparing a glance back at steve. not even checking to see if he’s following.

steve still does. hurries after billy, his brows still furrowed in confusion. he watches the other boy stop at the cliff’s edge, then take a seat. a moment later steve joins him.

“here,” billy says, reaching into the box and pulling out a beer bottle.

with a snort, steve takes the offering. “this is empty. the fuck am i supposed to do with an empty beer?”

billy doesn’t answer him. instead, grabs one of his own. winds his arm like he’s throwing a baseball, then launches the bottle at the ground down far below.

they both watch as it falls. steve listens for the faint sound of it smashing at the bottom.

“get the gist?” billy finally asks, turning to look at steve with mild amusement.

steve makes a face. “yeah, dickhead. i’m not an idiot.”

“i know that.”

that has steve faltering, just a bit. the words make him feel warm. but. he’s been burned so many times now that the words are just that - words. anyone can tell him he’s not stupid. they can say it all goddamn day long, but it still won’t make it true.

in lieu of a response, steve pulls back the arm holding his own bottle before flinging it into the quarry. watches as it falls, feels that pressure in his chest lessen, just a little bit, when it smashes to the ground.

they continue on like that, until they’re down to the last few bottles. carrying on in silence, until billy pauses. turns to look at him, bottle in hand.

“you always let people talk to you like that?” he asks, rolling the bottle between his palms.

steve is about to toss another bottle. hesitates at the sound of billy’s voice. “what’s it to you?”

“just curious as to why you’re so content to let a dumbshit like tommy run his big mouth,” billy tells him, shrugging. “not like he packs a punch or anything.”

“you’d be surprised,” steve mutters. tosses the bottle, flinging it with more force than the others.

billy gives him an amused look. “do i even want to know?”

“wouldn’t tell you even if you did.”

“fair enough.”

a few more beats of silence. the last of the bottles are thrown, until they’re left with an empty box. billy stands, taking it to the camaro. when he returns, he takes his previous spot, though he’s a few inches closer than before.

close enough that their shoulders brush. steve’s fingers grip the cliff edge that he’s perched on, tightening at the feeling of billy situated so close to him.

“it’s not true, you know.” billy breaks the silence once again.

steve knows what he’s talking about. plays dumb anyway. “what’s not true?”

“you being stupid. you’re a lot of things, harrington,” billy tells him, “but dumb’s not one of ‘em.”

“yeah, well. tell that to everyone else,” steve mutters. turns his face up towards the overcast sky with a tired sigh.

their shoulders knock together. billy blinks over at him with an unreadable expression. “fuck everyone else. the fuck do they know, anyway?”

“a whole hell of a lot more than me, apparently.”

billy rolls his eyes. turns back to the quarry, starting to fling rocks into its depths. “so you let people push you around like a bitch, and you let ‘em tell you who you are. rookie mistakes, harrington.”

“when every fucking person in your life has told you that you’re stupid in some way or another, you kind of stop fighting it,” steve snaps. “look, i don’t need you telling me how pathetic i am. i get enough of that shit at home.”

he’s getting a little sick of billy’s unwarranted criticism. steve would rather he just call him stupid and go. he knows how to handle that, at least. but billy doesn’t. he just keeps throwing his fucking rocks, sighing like steve has disappointed him one too many times.

“daddy issues?” billy asks with a smirk. but there’s something underneath, something sharp and bitter. something like recognition. “figured a rich pretty boy like you would have that perfect white picket fence life.”

“you make a habit of taking everything at face value?” steve fires back, fixing his gaze on billy’s profile.

“guess we all have our faults,” billy says with a shrug. “but to be fair, i didn’t have any real reason to assume otherwise.”

steve doesn’t say anything. he looks out at the quarry. back at billy. traces the sharp angles of his profile. doesn’t look away when billy meets his eyes.

“whole world can tell you what’s what, stevie boy. fact of the matter is, ‘s not their life,” billy tells him, blue eyes burning with a near-electrifying intensity. “you decide who you are. no one gets to do that for you, unless you let ‘em.”

swallowing thickly, steve looks away. brushes some of the hair out of his eyes with a hand that trembles minutely. when he places it back at the ledge, his pinky brushes against billy’s. steve feels his cheeks heat up and their eyes lock yet again, his skin buzzing at the small point of contact.

billy reaches a hand up, brushing steve’s hair from his eyes more effectively than steve himself had. he chews on his lip, his gaze flickering down to steve’s lips. back to his eyes. back down again.

“my dad. he’s been telling me who i am my whole life,” steve admits, his voice soft. “never really had a chance to figure it out for myself.”

“tell me about it,” billy murmurs. still staring at steve’s mouth. “but you gotta break free eventually, harrington. else you’re all but guaranteed to grow into those shoes he’s been trying to get you to fill. mr. harrington 2.0.”

“that what you did?” steve asks, his own gaze flickering down to billy’s mouth. “break free?”

“trying to,” billy says, easily. his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “‘s not always black and white. but sometimes...”

steve swallows. shifts just a bit closer. “sometimes...?”

billy sucks in a breath. meets steve’s eyes one last time. “sometimes it’s pretty fuckin’ clear-cut.”

when billy kisses him, steve wants to feel shocked. he wants to feel stunned by it. blindsided. but he doesn’t. it just feels inevitable.

and this inevitability, it started the moment billy barreled over to him at the halloween party. pushing through a mass of sweaty, drunk teenagers to size him up. every choice they’ve made, between the two of them, have led to this instance. this precise moment. steve felt it, even when they were at each other’s throats. he felt it in every curious look that billy cast his way after.

he felt it simmering beneath every interaction, every word, every glance. billy had always been inevitable, steve just needed to clear out some of the clutter in his brain to recognize the signs for what they were.

billy helped him do that. with a simple gesture in steve’s time of need.

so. steve lets billy kiss him. kisses him right back. it’s a soft, sweet thing, the kiss. just a gentle press of lips, billy’s hand at his jaw. feather-light and completely out of character.

but steve is starting to realize that maybe the version of billy he’d created in his head is just that. a version he’d drawn up based on experiences he only saw the surface of, assumptions he’d made through judgment, and if he’s being honest, stereotypes.

there’s definitely a lot more to billy than steve ever would’ve thought. he’s softer around the edges, sweeter. still a fucking prick, and probably always will be, but. steve can deal with that, if it means he gets to keep learning more about the enigma that is billy hargrove.

“kissing me is how you’re gonna break free?” steve asks when billy pulls away, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“not completely,” billy tells him with a soft huff of a laugh. “but it’s a start.”

they stay at the quarry a while longer, throwing rocks, shooting the shit. they don’t kiss again, not until later. not until they’re back at steve’s big, empty house. with steve pressed up against the kitchen counter, his fingers knotted in billy’s hair.

it’s not a solution to all of steve’s problems, this thing he’s started with billy. not even close. and while it may not completely cast light over the darkness that shrouds both of their lives, may not fill the void that a myriad of bullshit has created for the both of them, there’s still a bit of truth to what billy said.

it’s a start.

#god this took me forever MANY APOLOGIES #thanks for the request honey youre a gem 🥺💖#harringrove #my fics #ask #j2badwolfclevergirl

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lemonflavouredspatula · 3 years

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Tag Game: Get to Know Me

I was tagged by the amazing @bananase221 (yet again about 300 years ago i am so sorry but thank you so much for the tag ily)

Relationship status: single as heck

Favourite colour: honestly black makes my soul happy but i also kind of like red and light blue and ?????? probably black overall though

Three favourite foods: i don’t really like food oops but if i had to choose probably kiwi and strawberries and cheese

Song stuck in my head: No volveré and Si te vas by Blas Cantó because my brain is a radio and there is always more than one song knocking around up there

Last song I listened to: well i’m currently listening to Loch Lomond by Peter Hollens because his version is *chef’s kiss*

oh wait now i’m listening to the version of Mo Ghille Mear done by The Choral Scholars of University College Dublin (aka everyone’s favourite specsavers advert song) so technically this but you can have both because i’m feeling generous <3

Last film I watched: The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

Last TV show I watched: Parks and Rec which i am currently re watching because honestly why wouldn’t you

Favourite character(s): oh, oh boy, this could get long so i might group a bit but here goes - basically every main character in Merlin except Uther because fuck Uther, oh and Kilgharrah cos, well, he’s Kilgharrah (and yes we are pretending Morgana and Mordred are good™ because they had potential ok), i’d be lying if i didn’t include Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove and Joyce Byers (Stranger Things) because i utterly adore them, Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec) because why wouldn’t you love this pure, nervous ball of calzone loving energy and probably thousands more that i now can’t remember because my brain is refusing to help me fml but just assume a lot because i have no irl friends so i, very unhealthily, latch on to fictional characters xox

Favourite book(s): i honestly don’t know how people choose because books! are! so! good! so i’m just going to rec you two merthur fics i have utterly fallen in love with (which yes isn’t really the question but i’ve been reading more fic than books recently and i am in love) - And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by katherynefromphilly (which i have just re read and am as equally in love with as i was the first time and i highly recommend you reading this if you haven’t already because it is FANTASTIC) and About Time by rosewatergold (which i literally finished this morning and when i tell you i didn’t want it to end oh my god, this whole thing is amazing and i laughed and cried and let my heart almost burst out of my damn chest and curled up in a ball of emotional turmoil many many times and i just, i couldn’t recommend this more if i tried)

Sweet, savoury, or spicy food: oh in this house we do not do spicy food, no no no, but i’ll take sweet or savoury tbh, i don’t have an overly sweet tooth and am a sucker for savoury cheese things so *shrugs*

Last thing I googled: oh my god the fucking ™ symbol thing so i could use it above lmao am i edgy yet xox

Time: 00:54

Pets: Dog called Dooley and yes i am providing pictures because i love him and he is my world

(yes i made him neckerchief's and yes we have to wrap him up in blankets in winter because he's a lurcher and they have like zero body fat so get cold and it results in his lil ET face everytime)

Dream trip: ok look i just want to see the world, like just up and leave home for a good few years and see, but i would also settle for a trip around scandinavia because i am a BIG scandi lover

Anything you want/one thing on your bucket list: hmmm i mean a job would be great (thanks 2020 xox) lmao but i would absolutely LOVE to go to a eurovision final and see it live (me? a eurovision fan? who knew)

Favourite festival(s) you celebrate: i mean it is absolutely no secret at all that i love and adore halloween an unhealthy amount (but it’s not really a massive thing in england so i don’t really get to celebrate it to my hearts content unfortunately), but i also love christmas so there’s that

also yes i am including the eurovision final as something i celebrate and again, whilst i can’t go as wild as my heart desires because there’s only a certain level of weird my family can take from me, you can bet i go nuts and look forward to it a, yet again, unhealthy amount (but what would i be without unhealthy obsessions over things?)

Tagging: @thursday-knight @harringtons-bf @coffeedumpling @italiansteebie @wndasmaximoffs @hellomynameisroman @absolutedad and anyone else who fancies it, like literally just say i tagged you, but also pls do not feel pressured to do this at all, the choice is all yours okay ily bye

#spatula rambles #tagged #oh god why do i always ramble so much i am so sorry #one word answers #heck even one word SENTENCES #they just aren't me soz pals #and i guess this is a get to know me...#who am i kidding no one wants to hear me ramble and yet here i am doing exactly that again #i'm going to shut up for my sanity's sake (and yours tbh)#okay bye ily <3 #(okay sorry but look at how ADORABLE MY DOG IS)#sorry i just love him so very very much #okay i am leaving now bye

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