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secretsocietie · 1 year

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Steve's parents are home.

They came--not for him, but for some need to make Hawkins feel the weight of their presence at the annual charity ball.

Guess you can't hold the title of rich asshole unless your neighbors can watch you prove it.

All it means for him is quiet, stern talks followed by long disappointed looks. Nit-picking comments that attack everything from his life choices to his clothes.

One particularly bad moment has his father, whiskey glass in hand, making a face as he examined Steve's nose.

"I'm not paying to fix it until you learn to stay out of fights." He tells him, voice a mix of disgusted and haughty that Steve himself used to mimic.

"There's nothing wrong with my nose!" He'd snapped but still spent an hour in the bathroom anyway, worrying about it.

Which is what his father had wanted, the cold bastard.

It was the straw that had sent Steve banging out of his front door, uncaring about his parents yelling about appearances behind him.

It was enough that he'd suffered under veiled insults and poor attempts at caring. That they hadn't once asked about anything that had happened to him, hadn't cared to continue the conversation the one time Steve had tried to bring even a portion of it up.

To go after his appearance, the last thing he could fucking cling too?

Fuck them. They could have the cold house they refused to call a home to themselves.

He doesn't have a destination in mind when he gets in the Beamer. Just cranks the music and rockets out of the driveway.

Drives a little too fast.

Takes the next corner hard and almost nails a car laying haphazardly across the road.

Steve stands on the brakes, jerking the wheel sideways. Feels his tires slide in gravel as he narrowly misses a full blown collision with what is rapidly looking to be Billy Hargrove's Camaro.

Adrenaline thunders in body and for a moment Steve feels like he's outside of time, until the Beamer finally slams to a stop.

"Fucking--help!" A voice he knows screams, and Steve's out of his car in a second, ready to square up.

He expects to see Hargrove.

Assumes the idiot is the one causing problems and gears himself up to face the asshole down a second time.

Hopes whatever poor saps got in his way this time isn't a kid.

What Steve doesn't expect to see, is the younger man bolting towards him, blood splattered down his face and face screwed up in wild panic.

Something takes his legs out from under him before he gets even halfway to Steve, smashing him face first into the gravel.

It’s brutal, and Steve flinches back as Hargrove cries out, the sound almost animalistic. It‘s hard to hear over the crunch of gravel, the way his hands had flown down to try and catch himself and were torn along the rough rocks.

Somehow he manages to scramble into movement despite the pain he has to be in, determined in a way Steve recognizes instinctively as a mixture of adrenaline and pure terror.

He has time to process hauntingly familiar red-black vines, like the tentacles of some great creature that’s writhing around Hargrove’s legs as he digs into the ground with his fingers, fighting to escape.

Grunts harshly as the vines go taught and pull.

He's being dragged into the maw of an open warehouse, the open door marred with thick, dark slime, and for a split second wide, tear streaked blue eyes meet Steve's own.

"Harrington!" Hargrove screams, the sound raw, "Help me!"

It's enough to cut through the shock keeping Steve in place.

He springs forward as Billy's hand releases the gravel to reach for him instead.

Not that Steve's going to take it.

Knows better than to get into a tug of war with the Upside Down.

Instead he darts past, starts kicking the shit out of the tendrils as he looks about desperately for a weapon.

His nailbat is in the back of the Beamer, but he needs to free Hargrove before he can get it.

Has the worst feeling that if Hargrove is dragged to the bottom of the dark stairs, the blonde won't be making it back home.

Tendrils strike at his ankles, snakelike, and Steve dances away with a curse.

Billy is howling up a storm, swear words mixing with pleas in between frantic, choked noises that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

He needs a fucking weapon. Is furious at himself for not carrying around a knife, or a flashlight or literally anything.

It's the frantic mental scrambling that does him in, a vine snapping out and embedding itself in his ankle.

It jerks Steve off his feet, and he only evades capture due to his own flailing limbs severing the thin connection as he falls down.

Belts out a string of curse words as pain rockets up his leg, the singular thin vine trying to bury itself back into his leg, stabbing at the jean material of his pants.

He jerks away, kicking frantically at it. Has tje odd thought that at least he had managed to avoid smacking his head this time.

Hargrove is forcefully yanked past him as Steve struggles to stand back up. The slide of his body makes a horrid scraping noise that makes Steve clench his teeth.

The younger man's hands catch on the doorway, blood and tears mixing down his face.

He stares dead into Steve's eyes, and for the first time, the older boy feels like he's seeing Billy instead of Hargrove.

A guy who's barely 18, blood clumping in his hair and face painfully young.

Way too young to die like this.

"Steve, please." Billy whispers it like he's using his last breath to say it, the plea mounting Steve's fury into something monstrous.

Hell will freeze over before the fucking Upside Down takes another person he knows away from him.

"Fuck this!" Steve snarls, then lunges to bite the largest vine.

It's not made of wood.

The taste is vile, but he can hear whatever's down at the bottom of the stairs shriek as his teeth rip a huge chunk out of it.

He manages to find a decent sized rock in the gravel, and Steve wastes no time using it. Smashes it again and again into the vine, still ripping with his teeth.

It tastes a lot like rancid, raw meat, something Steve is doing his best not to think about.

Finally the fucking thing tears apart, and Steve spits everything in his mouth out angrily.

This gets at least one of Hargrove's legs free.

Later Steve will give credit where credit is due because Billy wastes no time picking the fight back up.

Watches as he jams a hand down his pockets and yanking out a Swiss army knife. It's not the switchblade Steve's been wishing for, but Billy uses it like it is.

Flexes his upper body in a show of power, proving his muscles aren't just for looks.

Holds himself up by his core alone as he stabs down at the remaining vine that's trapped him.

Together they're close to freeing Billy when two slimmer, darker vines shoot up from the gloom. One pierces Hargrove in the shoulder, close to his chest.

The other goes through Steve's hand to nail Billy's leg.

They scream in unison, Steve attacking instinctively with his teeth while the shorter boy under him bucks and withers, hand and tiny knife trying to dislodge the tendril in his shoulder.

Steve succeeds first, biting clear through his vine and yanking it out of himself and Billy.

He rises to a crouch, uses his good hand to help wrestle with the second tendril as it wiggles its way deeper into Billy.

Rips it out with Billy's help, and prays none of it stays in him as Steve wings it down the stairs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Billy pants, bloodied hands grasping at the ground, his head tipping backwards.

They're not safe. Not until they get away, or kill whatever larger horror the damn vines are attached to.

"Come on." Steve pants, moving behind Billy and getting his own arms under his, trying to pull them both up and back.

Away from the damn warehouse door.

Billy tries to help, legs kicking and scrambling as they half crawl half fall their way in between the Beamer and the Camaro.

It seems his legs are fucked (likely more fucked than Steve's ankle, if the vines been stabbing at him) and pain makes them both curse until they hit the door of Steve's car.

They crouch together for a moment, breathing hard and bleeding on one another.

Hargrove has a death grip on Steve's arms, holding him like a lifeline, back resting against his chest.

Steve's partially kneeling behind him, his good hand fisted on Billys shirt. Both stare at the warehouse door, fighting pain and praying for a few seconds just to let the waves of it pass.

Nothing happens for one breath.

Two.

On the fifth draw of air, Steve starts trying to stand, tugging on Billy to go up with him.

On the seventh something makes an inhuman roar, shaking the ground beneath them.

Hands fly out, reaching for the Beamers back door. Everything's slick under his blood but Steve manages to get it open anyways, hustling Billy inside before slamming it shut.

Crashes sound, growing louder as Steve dives for the driver's door.

Thanks every deity he can think of when he finds he never shut the Beamer off.

Her wheels squeal angrily as he slams her into reverse but he'll apologize for the abuse later, too focused on getting them the hell out of there.

"No hospital." Hargrove half pants, half moans, strewn across the backseat. Steve risks a glance at him in the rear view, and tries to make out how bad the other boy's injuries are. "Harrin-urk--gton, no hospital-!"

"I heard." Steve says.

Billy's hands are pressed into his shoulder, his shirt so stained with dirt, grime and blood it takes Steve a moment to realize it's been ripped open, bearing a toned, golden chest.

He doesn't want to go to the hospital either.

"You gonna die on me?"

Hargrove snorts.

"Had worse." He grunts out, then smiles around a bloody mouth. "Not even unconscious."

Somehow Steve believes him.

In the other direction, sitting on a nearby park bench, Eddie Munson is finishing up the last drug deal of the night.

He's too far away to hear any of the noise. Has a beaten and busted stereo playing a Judas Priest cassette, the noise a little fuzzy but good enough.

Definitely loud--which was why he never heard the vines coming.

#metalsandwich #harringroveson #steddilly #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harrington/billy hargrove #s3 rewrite #Hive AU #stranger things AU

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bottombillyapologist · 1 year

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Harringrove for Turkey drabble for @ihni , the prompt that hit my inspiration nerve was "workout-ish, or a silly injury + care and cuddles after".

Enjoy!

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

It was the first thing Steve had said since Billy had curled up on top of their duvet cover and refused to move. He’d been sitting on the edge of the bed after Billy fled the living room of their apartment.

Billy knew it had been stupid of him to try, he hadn’t had the same strength in his shoulders since Starcourt. Despite all physical therapy, his left side was permanently weaker than the right. That and a bit of numbness had put him off most heavy lifting. But he still wanted to try. He missed the endorphin rush of a heavy workout, and while he’d been cleared for lighter impact things like swimming and yoga, it still wasn’t the same.

He ran across the idea of calisthenics in one of the books he’d been gifted post-therapy. While some of the concepts weren’t in the cards for him, there were a few that seemed just a few steps past the strength building yoga he had already been doing.

The look on Steve’s face when he’d shown him the book was telling. Thinly veiled worry, a slight purse to his lips that screamed disapproval. He knew Steve wasn’t going to tell him not to try, but the look made him bristle. He’d snapped the book shut and set it aside for the night.

It was naive to still hope he could one day get back to where he had been before his injuries. In his heart of hearts, Billy knew that. But it did nothing to dispel the feeling that he was weak for not being able to overcome it. That he couldn't fight his own body for a sense of freedom. He couldn’t move without pain. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t lift. And he didn’t want to accept that this might be as far into recovery as he would ever get.

So Billy had gone behind Steve’s back. It’s not like he needed permission, but every step of his treatment and recovery had been run through Steve. He probably knew Billy’s limits better than his own at this point, and it felt wrong not to tell him.

Steve was puttering around in the kitchen while Billy went through his regular night exercise routine. He stretched out, did what he could with the hand weights Steve kept under the TV, and only then did he try one of the more advanced exercises. It wasn’t even technically calisthenics. Just a more advanced version of a yoga pose he’d practiced plenty of times.

He laid out on his yoga mat and pushed up onto his elbows, ignoring the twinge in his shoulder as he got his feet under him. It was kind of like doing a plank, but walking his feet forward until he was up in almost a vertical position, then slowly raising his legs. If he could do it, it would help strengthen his core and get him used to having more weight on his shoulders. Maybe one day he’d be able to do a real handstand again.

Of course, he got stuck trying to muster the core strength to get off the ground. His back already ached from getting into the position, and he could feel his left shoulder dipping towards the ground. It was frustrating. And in a moment of stupidity, he’d kicked off the ground and tried to force it.

Predictably, he lost his balance. He managed to flip all the way over, twisting to avoid going straight into the coffee table, but he caught the edge of it on his hip.

Steve heard the crash. Of course he had, and came running.

Which led them up to now.

Billy was embarrassed. He didn’t know how not to be. He hadn’t looked at how bad it was, but he could feel a bruise blooming on his hip. His shoulder was throbbing, and the pain was radiating down his arm through shot nerves and making the whole thing feel like it was on fire.

He just couldn’t get over how stupid it was of him to try in the first place. He should’ve known by now there was no point in trying to push himself further than he could take. This was a huge step back. He wouldn’t even be able to do his usual routine until this healed. Which could take a week, or it could never be the same again.

Steve was hovering at a distance. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, but waiting for permission from Billy to move closer.

“I should’ve known I wasn’t strong enough to do it. It was stupid to try.”

Steve paused for a beat, and Billy waited for a reprimand. For Steve to tell him, yeah, he shouldn’t have tried because now he’s undone a significant amount of progress.

“Billy, do you know how many times I’ve hit my head in the stairwell since we moved in?” Steve reached out to put a hand on his knee as Billy processed the question. There was a poorly placed overhang in the stairs to their apartment, and while Billy remembered to duck, Steve often didn’t. The first time he’d hit his head was when they were moving. He’d dropped a box of books down the stairs.

“I haven’t even bothered to count, but it’s a lot. No matter how many times I go down those stairs, I forget it’s there. Everyone does shit and hurts themselves accidentally. And there are so many things that are hard for you to do, or that you can’t do, that messing up is part of the process. I love that you try things even when you’re unsure. But baby, you know that means sometimes you find out the hard way it’s not something you can do. It doesn’t make you stupid.”

Billy swallowed down the lump in his throat. No matter how many times he heard the “progress isn’t linear” lecture, it didn’t seem to stick. He focused on Steve’s hand, now stroking up and down his calf, and took a few deep breaths.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t stupid for trying. Sometimes the only way to find out is the hard way, and it doesn’t make him stupid.

Billy huffed, uncurling from the position he’d taken on top the covers.

“Ok…”

The smile Steve gave him was fond, and it made him feel silly for believing Steve would think he was stupid in the first place.

“Ok. Can I check you over now?”

Billy nodded. He appreciated that Steve didn’t make a face as he studied the bruising on his side, but moving his shoulder was another story. Billy gasped as he tried to straighten his arm, and Steve winced in sympathy before grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving it further. He gently palpated the joint of Billy’s shoulder, seeming satisfied with whatever he’d found.

“Alright, nothing’s broken but your shoulder seems strained pretty badly. I’m gonna grab an ice pack and some ibuprofen, do you want anything else?”

Billy shook his head, but regardless, Steve came back with a warm cup of his favorite tea and a sling for his arm for later. It took some situating, but once Billy took the ibuprofen in addition to his regular meds, they managed to get positioned with an ice pack balanced on Billy’s hip and another on his shoulder. His head was resting on Steve’s chest, and gentle fingers worked through his hair as listened to Steve’s heartbeat.

At the end of the day, no matter how many times he screwed up his recovery, they were alive. They had their own apartment. Nothing was going to take Steve away from him any time soon, and that was enough.

The ache in his body had settled to a dull throb, and the medication he’d been given to help his anxiety made him sleepy. Billy grunted and shifted a bit in Steve’s arms. Steve shushed him, pushing loose curls out of his face.

“Go to sleep, bud. I’ll have meds ready in the morning.”

Billy smiled a little at that. He’d probably feel like he’d been hit by a bus when he woke up. But Steve would be there with whatever he asked for, even if it was something ridiculous.

Overall, he had it pretty good.

#harringrove for turkey #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #hurt/comfort #steve harrington/billy hargrove #ihni #prompt

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tciddaemina · 1 month

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harringrove recs bc i've been neck deep in this pairing for weeks and i'm dying

Fight With Me (Only Me) by MistressHellfire56

[E, canon divergence, 186K, complete]

Billy never really got over the night he beat Steve Harrington’s face in. When he winds up with a bloodied Steve in the back of his car, he thinks he may finally get some answers, but it turns out there are just more questions—some of them quite unexpected. { It turns out Billy needs someone to hold him down sometimes, and Steve doesn't mind being the one to do it }

The Second Rule of Fight Club by Vamillepudding

[E, canon divergence, 43K, complete]

In the end, it comes as no surprise when the first guy says, “What did you just say to me?” “So you are deaf,” Harrington says haughtily, “that’s good to know. Or, hell, I don’t know, I could be wrong. Maybe you’re just stupid.” Billy is out the door within a split second, just in time to see Harrington get decked in the face like an idiot.

Under the Covers by ToAStranger

[M, canon divergence, 87K, complete]

Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates. Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

when the bones are good by kate_button

[E, 28K, complete]

‘So,’ Tommy says around a mouthful of fries, ‘what the fuck is the deal with you and Hargrove?’ And that’s really the goddamn question, isn’t it? He wants to know Billy. Wants to know why he is the way he is. Wants to be able to figure out what the fuck he’s thinking when he looks at Steve like that, when he touches him like it doesn’t mean shit and like it means everything all at once. Wants to know why he talks so much shit, why he needs to fight, where all that fire comes from. Why he’s so volatile, why he’s such an asshole, how he can be so fucking mean and so fucking sweet in the span of seconds, at the same time, even.

maybe there is a beast by harringroveheart

[M, canon divergence, 259K, WIP]

“You know,” Billy says quietly, sneering. “You coulda saved Joyce Byers a plate—if this was all it took, to break you.” Billy Hargrove is about to learn the hard way—if you come at the king, you best not miss.

in waves by lymricks

[M, canon divergence, 45K, complete]

It’s March and it’s too cold for Billy to be shirtless and wearing shorts, but he hadn’t noticed until Harrington appeared and made him hold still. Harrington can’t seem to stop looking at the bruises. “What’s it to you if I miss a little school, Harrington?” Billy asks. He feels goosebumps rising on his skin. “I don’t know,” Harrington snaps back, looking uncomfortable. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Plant your feet, Billy wants to scream at him. I’m going to bowl you over.

canon divergences with a bit more oomph

don't make a shadow (of yourself) by lymricks

[M, 39K, complete]

And Billy, curled in a cheap plastic seat with his eyes squeezed shut, wonders, could it really be this easy? Just get on a bus and go home? (It isn't that easy).

Focal Point by Meowmers

[M, creature!billy au, 66K, WIP]

Billy half convinced himself that the alien-dog in the forest was a drug-induced hallucination from whatever his bitch step-sister had injected into his neck. But something weird is happening. And he can't control it. Naturally, Steve Harrington get's himself involved.

we could be heroes (just for one day) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger

[E, 63K, WIP]

It's autumn of 1985. The summer changed everything, and it feels like nothing will ever be the same. But for Steve Harrington, strange seems to be the new normal.

au that are fun

Just Another Day by boltedfruit

[M, time loop au, 13K, WIP]

Will Byers didn't die. El closed the gate and Steve kept the kids alive. Then Steve wakes up the next day to do it all over again…and again, and again. Until one morning, Billy shows up at his door saying he's been living the same day over too.

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by TeaFourTwo

[M, time loop au, 74K, WIP]

He looks down at the blood on his hands and on the floor and wonders why the memory hasn’t broken yet, why he isn’t back in Starcourt mall with control of his body again, wonders if he's even still alive at all. Is this hell then? Or perhaps purgatory? It certainly isn’t heaven, that’s for sure. None of this makes any sense…but then what's new—nothing in Billy’s life makes sense anymore. Billy laughs then, loud and long and unhinged. It's the only sound in the whole house, and it bounces off the walls like a fucked up echo, like the world is laughing with him. “Jesus christ you’re insane…” It’s Max’s voice and it’s shaking. It only makes Billy laugh harder, because Max has it all wrong. Billy isn’t crazy, it’s the rest of the world that’s insane.

Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love by TeaFourTwo

[M, dom/sub dynamic au, 38K, WIP]

"Power. Power is the only thing that matters in this world.” His father’s voice whispers in his ear. “And Submissive’s have none of that power, you understand me? Now take the pill—it’s for your own good, Billy, this is just how the world works." From the moment Billy Hargroves steps out of his blue Camaro with “Number of the Beast” blaring from his speakers, the entirety of the Submissive inclined population of Hawkin's High has their eye on him. He’s nothing like those sweet guys in the songs, nothing like the knight in shining armor that saves the girl in every love story. What he is though, is Dominant, strong, and hot as hell. Or at least that’s what they think. And as far as Billy's concerned, that's what they'll keep thinking.

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger

[E, A/B/O, 119K, complete]

Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble. They never expected it to end up like this. Note: Non-traditional Omergaverse, Alpha/Alpha

meet me in the woods tonight by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger

[E, alternate universe - different monsters, 86K, complete]

There’s something in the woods of Hawkins, Indiana.

never gets old by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger

[E, modern au no monsters, 78K, complete]

Falling in love with a cam boy named KingSteve isn't the smartest thing Billy Hargrove has ever done, nor is it the most healthy -- but the good choice is rarely ever the fun choice, and Billy is all about living life fast and loose.

keep your heart open (i'll keep mine open too) by callunavulgari

[E, soulmates au, 7K, complete]

“Did you even like me before you found out I was your soulmate?” Billy murmurs as he kisses a line down Steve’s throat. It bobs a little under his lips as Steve swallows, and Billy can feel Steve’s fingers digging into his hips, but he isn’t pushing him away. “I don’t even like you now,” Steve says, but it’s a little too breathless, a little too much of a lie. Billy looks at him, and presses a careful kiss to the bruise on Steve’s jaw. Steve’s eyes are dark, and he isn’t pushing Billy away. Billy bites down on Steve’s ear, murmurs into it, “Liar.”

Feel free to reblog and add more, if you have any recs you think should be on the list.

#te talks #fic recs #stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington/billy hargrove

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therogueheart · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove's wearing his jacket.

The denim one, the oversized one Steve bought because he thought the three-sizes-too-big look was A Look, the one that fits near perfectly around Billy's broad shoulders and toned arms, just a little long at the sleeve cuffs.

His shirt's open, his tits are out, he's in Steve's fucking jacket in the middle of school.

The bastard won't even kiss him but he'll steal his clothes. He'll let Steve burn for him. He'll watch Steve with dark eyes and an under-the-lashes smoulder as girls fondle him up and whisper in his ear and—

And Steve's about four fucking seconds from launching at him like some kind of rabid animal.

Its been this way ever since Billy saved their asses. He's bigger and badder, somehow, but also... Different. Like he's teething for a fuck not a fight more than anything. Vixen in shoddy leather and eyeliner, all yoga girl curls and lips Steve wants to bite.

The energy and dynamic between them is different, too. Before Billy was feral, always at his throat, thought of Steve like shit on his shoe he couldn't scrape off. Now Billy's like a cat in heat, always purring, aloof but sultry and one second away from going cunt up if only Steve could just get his hands on Billy for longer than four fucking seconds.

It started once Billy was on his feet again. He'd prowled into the school, leather jacket and shades, headed straight past Steve and he'd braced himself for the typical shoulder barge, but when Billy brushed past him it was just that.

A slide of their bodies, a gentle nudge as if to say I'm here, and then Billy was gone. In basketball Billy went from attacking to being the one in front, steady, pliant as Steve shadowed him. Kitten-minx glances over his shoulder, plush mouth curved into a smirk as Steve folded over his back, used the inch and a half he had on Billy to his advantage.

The touching grew bolder. Billy would slouch in his seat in class, legs spreading, knee pressing into Steve's thigh as he doodled in his books, because Billy Hargrove was a straight A student who somehow never wrote an actual fucking word in class ever.

At the lockers when Steve was talking to Tommy Billy would lean back or sideways against him, as if Steve was just another inanimate blue locker, never once looking at him but always a burning hot weight against him, the coconut scent of his shampoo lodged in his lungs.

Billy would suck on pencils while staring straight at him. Billy would arch his back and run his hands down his hips in the showers with Steve less than three feet away. Billy would prowl through the halls, hips swaying, coming to heel at Steve's looks or motions like a leashed pet.

Eventually; Billy would straddle his thighs behind the old caretaker's shed, would blow smoke into his mouth with less than an inch between their lips or pour shitty vodka down his throat between classes, because around the kids he's still Pack Mom Steve but around Billy he's something else.

They're a wildfire, a temporary flash of all-consuming heat and danger and then they'll snuff out, burnt to ash and char and smoke.

Eventually; Billy would sprawl out in Steve's bed, ocean eyes hazy, syrupy drawl making fun of Steve's posters and music and closet while Steve lay beside him, always always thinking of rolling over, stealing the smoke-sour breath right out of his lungs.

They're.

They're not a couple.

Not nothing, just...

Something.

Because Billy will let Steve crowd him back against the Camaro now; pressed ankle to chest, mouths inches apart, will look up at him sugar-sweet under his lashes, vicious smirk, lazy drawl until Steve's forced to back away because if he doesn't their first time is gonna be Billy bent over the hood in the school fucking lot, and not once does Billy threaten him, or bite at him, or kill him in broad daylight.

Because Billy's wearing a jacket Steve doesn't ever remember giving him the opportunity to take, and its a primal sort of claim that has Steve vibrating on the damn spot, itching to know if it still smells like him, if Billy's walking around with Steve's scent saturating his soft skin.

Tommy's too busy sucking Carol's tongue right out of her throat to notice so Steve gives in to the baser urge, lopes through the hallway to slide an arm around Billy's tiny little waist, fingers curling in the familiar washed-soft fabric. Billy automatically leans back, like he knows exactly which idiot is brave enough to just grab at him like this.

Like there's only one idiot who actually has permission to.

The jacket still smells like him.

"I like your new style," he murmurs, husky-low, the voice that used to bribe Nancy out of her conservative sweaters and button-up skirts. "It suits you."

Billy shifts, slide of Steve's hip against the back of his, then they're side by side and just two dudes in a hallway again, maybe a little too close but hey, nobody's hands are in pants, so.

It drives him insane all day. They don't have classes together but Billy's suddenly everywhere Steve looks, in his jacket, and his thighs ache with the memory of Billy's weight on them, wonders if one day Billy'd let him fuck him in nothing but that faded denim and silver.

He'd make him bounce on it, leave the jacket open so the denim slid over his chest, scraped and sparked where he was sensitive.

And because they're doing this all ass-backwards maybe Billy will even let him hold his hand after.

After school, waiting for the kids, Steve crowds Billy back against the Beemer, boxes him in, traces where the hem of the jacket rides a half-inch above the hem of Billy's jeans with his thumb.

"Somethin' to say, pretty boy?" Billy purrs, low-smoke whiskey and gravel, cants his hips forwards Its indecent. Its risky. Dangerous.

Everything Steve drools over, burns for in his veins like his next fix when it comes to Billy Hargrove.

"When you let me," he rasps, voice wavering, because in the wild the she-wolf chooses to go cunt up for the stud, makes him prove himself first, "when you let me fuck you, wear this? Wear it please?" he begs.

Billy just smiles, saccharine slow. Thick syrup Steve will drown in.

(Later, two weeks later, Steve will buy a jacket in New York when his parents drag him there for a company dinner. Its butter-supple, somewhere between smoke ash and dark chocolate. Costs his whole shopping allowance for the trip but its worth it because Billy steals it the first chance he gets and Billy lets him kiss him for the first time with his hands fisted in the lapels and Billy switches it out for the denim jacket, winks at Steve in the hallway three weeks later and Steve knows.)

#stranger things #harringrove #rogue fanfic #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove fanfic #steve harrington/billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove/steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington #clothes sharing #clothes stealing #pre-relationship #implied top steve harrington #implied bottom billy hargrove

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sterek-su · 1 year

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My 2022 top Fanfics. A silly little thing but these are the fics I found myself coming back to time and time again.

This is your home. These are your people. [T] 21k - Oases (Steve/Eddie) “Your heart’s racing,” Steve noted, quietly. Eddie laughed. It was more of a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his composure. “Stevie,” he whispered, fingers cradling Steve’s side like he was precious. “Yeah, no fucking shit.” OR: Ma Henderson & Wayne Munson get cosy, Dustin makes an off-hand remark, and Steve spirals. It works out in the end. A special little shout out to Rionaa for getting me hooked on this one and helping me discover Oases. One of the first podficcers in this community I found.

Paradise by the dashboard light. [T] 154k - Oases (Steve/Eddie) Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that its you [E] 34k - greatunironic (Steve/Eddie) Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

Wouldn’t it be nice (if we could wake up) [E] 130k - kissesforcas (Steve/Eddie) Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.

What love is [T] 23k - kissesforcas (Steve/Eddie) Steve is incapable of not taking care of the people he cares about. And against all odds, he cares about Eddie. Eddie has never been taken care of. Not like that. Or: Eddie & Steve fall in love, before Christmas but not too fast.

Steve Harrington’s unwilling time loop saga (Series) - badpancake (Steve/Eddie) A series following Steve Harrington as he unknowingly, unwillingly, loops time to save the ones he loves (and maybe realises that he can ask for help, is deserving of love, before, after, and during). 1. The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting. [NA] 41k When anything and everything goes wrong in 1986, Steve realises that he can fix things, and maybe falls in love, along the way. 2. Steve Harrington's Deaths (And The Times He Maybe Saved The World). [NA] 38k After the events of '86, after everything has settled down, and everything is calm, people start to remember. The pieces start to slot together, and nobody likes the picture it creates.

Blooms of the darkest garden [T] 12k - tminuseternity (Steve/Eddie)) Steve is going to die. And because this is Hawkins, a town with an alternate dimension right up its asscrack, he isn't going to die in a normal way. No, instead he's going to die because he can't stop coughing up the most disgusting combination of Upside Down gunk and...flower petals? What the fuck is happening to him?

If I stare too long [E] 191k- Brawls (Brawlite) & Toastranger (Steve/Billy/Eddie) After the end of the world, Billy Hargrove is a mess. But at least he has company.

Paper rings [E] 9k- mediwitch3 (Steve/Billy) Dustin bets Steve he can't get a date for Mike's wedding. AKA the What's Your Number au nobody asked for

Nightcall [T] 6k - pprfaith (Steve&Billy) Billy expects to roll into town and fuck shit up, hurt himself and others, make something bleed. He doesn't expect Stevie Harrington.

We Slip And Slide [NR] 6k - CallieB (Steve/Billy) Pure indulgent post-S3 fluff, including but not limited to the discussed concepts of: - Billy moving in with Joyce - The Jonathan/Billy friendship we all need - Grouchy Hopper - Jonathan and Billy smoking weed together and arguing about music. Because punk and metal are two different things. BUT they unite against Steve’s taste - Robin and Jonathan being excellent wing-persons - Hop and Billy teaming up against Mike to protect El - Shovel talks all round - Robin being clever and eating popcorn - The you rule/you suck board

#steddie #harringrove #harringroveson #metalsandwich #fanfic recs #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington/billy hargrove #fanfic #I'm sorry if this post is jacked #I haven't posted to tumble in like 8 years #Strictly a reblog bitch #i also recommend the mungrove Pretty Boys series by hellstrider #but that one is harder to find #and incomplete

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steveharringtonbingo · 2 years

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Hello, hello!!

Do you like Steve Harrington? Do you want to create content and share with like-minded individuals?

What about a Steve Harrington dedicated bingo?!

This is an interest form for creating such an event! This event will be centered around our beloved babysitter. As this will be Steve-centric, he will need to be the focus of your creation.

Do you ship Steve with a certain character and want to use prompts to help you grow your ship's fandom? Do you want to focus on Steve's family relations? Do you want to focus (like a character study) on Steve himself? Well, this bingo will allow you to do any of the above! This is open to both shipping prompts/creations as well as non-shipping prompts/creations. The only thing we ask is that Steve be the star of your work!

IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, PLEASE FILL OUT OUR SURVEY!!

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nirmalneaners · 6 months

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Bit spicy ngl

Fallen King - Soundsgaytbh - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

#steve harrington #billy harringrove #fanfics #steve harrington/billy hargrove #harringrove

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the-star-cloud-collective · 1 year

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this is just for fun antis dont leave hate

#harringrove #poll #this is just for fun #Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

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dreaminginpencil · 1 year

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that party was ridiculous energy and Billy wanted Steve to pay attention to him so bad it made him look stupid.

#steve harrington/billy hargrove #harringrove art #harringrove fanart #harringrove #steve/billy #steve harrington #Billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things art #dreaminginpencil #1k

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shieldofiron · 1 year

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He’ll get there.

#text post #incorrect harringrove quotes #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington/billy hargrove #honestly walking HR violation Steve Harrington #walking osha violation Billy Hargrove

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whenyouwishuponastar7 · 4 months

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pledging my time (1/?, 15,825 words) Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: Explicit Tags: Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, only up until parts of season 3, POV Steve, Robin & Steve Are Best Friends, PTSD, Steve Has Nightmares, Billy Lives, literally everyone needs a hug, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Referenced Child Abuse, Recovery, Healing, Flirting, Falling In Love, Secrets, Government Agencies, Protective Eleven, Soft Billy, The Upside Down, Supernatural Illnesses, everyone gets together to fight some bullshit but season 4 free, Complicated Relationships, Forgiveness, Idiots in Love, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

In which Steve Harrington’s life isn’t what it used to be. July 4th, 1985, changed everyone, and things aren’t better six months later. Steve is paranoid, followed by the shadows of monsters, and barely makes it through his day. Robin helps, but she says he needs more time. The paranoia he feels and the strange things he sees cause Steve to follow a hunch. It’s something that shouldn’t be possible, but it leads Steve straight to the doorstep of someone who should be dead. Billy Hargrove is changed, but his monsters simmer under his skin. He’s still Billy, but he carries scars, resentment and anger. Anger that Steve shares because, at the heart of everything that has gone wrong, a young girl grieves and isolates. Steve has a big problem hiding everything from Max Mayfield and isn’t afraid to show it. It isn’t fair, and come hell or high water, Steve will make it fair, even if it costs him love and a new family. But not everything is as it seems in Hawkins. The shadows of monsters may yet rise from the ground.

Let me know what you think! I'll post a moodboard once I post the last chapter. 💜

#harringrove #steve harrington/billy hargrove #steve x billy #whenyouwishuponastar writes #lord I hope y'all like this first chapter

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disast3rtransp0rt · 2 years

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New fanfic, and it's another Harringrove... Oops. But y'all know I have to do a fairytale adaptation for every new fandom. This time it's 80's era Snow White!

Do It All For You

Summary: Steve took a bite of the stolen apple, chewed, and swallowed. His lips began tingling a moment later and the juice burned its way unnaturally down his throat. The sensation reminded him faintly of the time he’d gotten a half-drop of battery acid on his ankle while repairing his Dad’s moped and it made his eyes water. They widened a moment later in combined shock and terror when he looked down and realized that the flesh of the fruit was a bruised purple-red instead of its usual bright white. “Oh, shit!”

Billy is guilt-ridden when he accidentally poisons Steve Harrington, his secret, unrequited crush. Now it's up to him, Steve's herd of awkward teenage pals, and an exhausted lesbian to figure out what's wrong and wake Steve up before his strange state of sleep-stasis becomes permanent.

#stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove fanfic #harringrove fluff #steve harrington/billy hargrove #snow white au #harringrove fairy tale au #harringrove au #not star wars #sorry guys we're in the 80's gay rabbit hole... might need a new side blog.

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bottombillyapologist · 1 year

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Harringrove for Turkey

Hello all! In efforts to do what I can, when I can, I have decided to participate in Harringrove for Turkey. If you don't know what that is, the Harringrove fandom has participated in several crowd style fundraisers over the years (notably Harringrove for Ukraine and Harrigrove for Australia) in which people can donate to humanitarian organizations in exchange for a fanwork made by a volunteer list of creators.

If you want a fanwork from me:

reblog the Harringrove for Turkery masterpost

send me a message (I am usually on mobile, so it takes me longer to see asks) detailing what you would like. My running rate is 1$ per 100 words (so for example, 3000 words would be a 30$ donation).

Once I have accepted your request, and a donation amount is agreed upon, make your donation to Disaster Tents Donations, Search and Rescue Association, Isbank of Turkey, or The White Helmets

When you have made this donation, screenshot the receipt and please sensor any personal information before sending it to me as proof of donation.

Additional information:

While this is a Harringrove based event, I am willing to discuss other prompts. I generally do not write the stranger things kids as is my personal preference. If you are unsure whether I would be comfortable with a prompt, just shoot me a message and ask. Even if I won't write it, there's no harm in asking.

With that said, my area of writing experience is harringrove. I will write nsfw. Turn around on fics depends on word count and on how much else I have to do. I will give an estimate, but I do have a real life to attend to and things come up on occasion. If go over our agreed upon word count, then you just get some additional fic for free. But you will get at least the word count we agreed upon.

Even if you cannot donate, any spreading of the word helps either through this post or the masterpost .

Thank you!

#harringrove #harringrove for turkey #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington/billy hargrove #stranger things #bottombillyapologist

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