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he has risen! and the He in question is me, a 24 yr old who posts about boys kissing on tumblr .com.

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He's the Knife in Your Back

at last, a buzzer beater to end all buzz beaters, my last bingo post for @harringrovewinterbingo ! this has been such an amazing event ty to all involved this was such a blast :) ok, now onto some freak nasty smut of these idiots-

this is a fill for A1, "gas station bathroom fuck" also on AO3, enjoy!!!

Summary: The winter after the mall fire, the gang finds themselves back in the saddle. The proverbial saddle being Steve Harrington’s car, speeding to Ohio to talk to a scientist who they think can help them solve the suspiciously Upside Down-ish nature of Chrissy, Patrick, and now Fred’s, deaths. Meanwhile, Billy is frustrated, in more ways than one, but not to worry because Steve is there to help him relieve some of that frustration. OR Steve and Billy fuck nasty in a pubic bathroom because Billy’s pent up frustration is annoying the rest of the gang.

✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 2948 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Road Trips, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Bottom Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Praise Kink, Degradation, Smut, Angry Sex, Dialogue Heavy

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The wailing wind just barely overshadowed the chatter in the backseat. Steve’s brows furrowed, eyes squinting to see through the white haze. Suddenly, Lucas’ radio crackled and Robin’s scratchy voice surrounded the car. 

“Hey Steve? The snow’s gettin’ pretty bad. Over.” 

“I have eyes , Robin, your point? Over.” 

“Well uh, Nance, Jonathan, and I agree that we should pull over for a bit. At least let the worst of it pass. Plus, we’ve been driving for like, 10 hours. Over.”

“Try two . But yeah alright that sounds fine, we should get gas anyways. Just lemme know what exit we’re getting off at. Over.”

“It’s uhh, lets see- yes Wheeler, I can read the map - it’s uh yeah right where, right where… so we are umm-”

The walkie talkie cracked and shut off abruptly. 

“Robin? You there? Over.”

Steve glanced at Billy, sulking, with his head leaned against the cold window. 

“It’s exit 66, for Catawba-South Vienna. Over.” 

Nancy’s voice cut in, slightly annoyed by Robin’s inability to read a map. 

“Aye aye captain, we’ll see you there. Over and out.” 

***

The kids raced each other to the doors, shrieking with laughter as they tried to escape the whirling snow. Steve’s passenger door slammed shut, shaking the entire car’s body as Billy sauntered away from the car and followed the kids up to the snow hidden pathway. Steve rolled his eyes, imagining the fallout if he dared do such a thing with Billy’s precious Camaro. 

He had no idea what was the matter with him. Not even ten words had been said between them the entire first half of their impromptu road trip, which was fairly unusual for Billy, but like hell he was going to tell Steve what was wrong so Steve was forced to ignore his sour mood.

An older couple’s eyes went as big as saucers as the gaggle of almost ten teenagers scrambled through the doors, talking with one another quite loudly. The younger group snagged a table and continued their chatter, while Nancy led the argument with the older group as they beelined to the self-serve coffee station.

“I’m just worried, what if that scientist lady doesn’t even help! And then we’re almost four hours outside of Hawkins if something goes down back there.” Robin whispered, anxiously chewing on the inside of her lip.

“Also, didn’t we, uh, basically kidnap the knuckleheads over there? And I’m sort of a fugitive. So that doesn’t make us look any better,” Eddie chimed in. 

“Oh, and not to mention that this crackpot may not appreciate trespassers and decide to reach for her shotgun.” 

Billy added, his tone was icy, he was reluctant to join their group but Max was dead set on going and like hell anyone was going to stop her. And Billy felt he had an obligation to her life, so here he was.

“Ok well that’s probably the least of our concerns, I’m more worried that the goddamn mind flayer will come back and finish the job.”

Steve watched Billy bristle at Robin’s snappy comment, then with a huff and a mutter of something under his breath, he spun on his heel and disappeared. 

“Oh- I probably shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, he’s being-” Steve stopped himself, thinking of his next words carefully, “-he’s just extra touchy today.” 

Nancy looked at him, an eyebrow raised. And like some strange version of telepathy, he intercepted the ‘please go calm him down so he doesn’t make us all miserable’ message, pretty clearly from Nancy’s facial expression. He groaned.

“He does seem to like you best.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’m aware . I’ll go talk to him,” and with a sigh he was off, scanning the store for Billy. 

He pushed the door to the bathroom open cautiously, narrowing down that this was the last place Billy could have slunk away to. He was proved right instantly, eyes focusing on Billy as he paced the tiled room, muttering to himself. His curls bounced as he snapped his head towards Steve. 

“The fuck do you want Harrington?” 

“I want for you to untwist your panties, for starters-” 

Billy growled, stalking up to Steve, cornering him against the door, this did little to stop Steve’s accusing tone, only fueling the fire.

“-and then , I wanna know why you have been so fucking agitated lately! Like seriously dude what the hell is the matter with you? The last, like, week has been miserable! I know this whole thing sucks , trust me I do. But that’s no excuse to take it out on everyone else you ass .” 

Billy’s hands flew to Steve’s lapel, shoving him further into the door. Oh now Steve was pissed , no way he was going to start a fist fight with him here . They had far more important things to worry about than whatever pansy bullshit Billy was dealing with.

“What, did Liz stand you up? Or maybe you run out of hairspray? I mean what, honestly, what nonsense excuse could you possibly have for acting like a complete toddler ?” 

“You better shut your smartass mouth Steve, I’m warning y-”

“-oh yeah, right! What’re you gonna do! You gonna fucking hit me? Will that fix the problem?!”

Billy’s eyes went crazy, a laugh bubbling out of him as he pressed Steve into the door, bringing his leg up in between Steve’s, his thigh just barely brushing Steve’s crotch, further pinning him into the heavy oak.

“No no, I’m serious, if that will mellow you out then by all means , swing away man!” 

That comment only earned him a sneer from Billy and another slam into the door, Steve cursed, the door handle pressing into his back. Neither of them said a word, not wanting to brawl in the filthy gas station bathroom, but not knowing what to do next. As if neither of them could admit ‘defeat’ and back down. So they remained staring, their brows crossed and lips downturned. Billy flared his nostrils, both their breaths heavy and hot as they mingled in the sliver of space between them. 

Neither was 100% sure who started it, but there was a silent, mutual understanding as their hands dove downwards. Steve’s fumbling for the door handle and praising all that was holy there was a lock, while Billy undid his belt with one hand and Steve’s with the other. Billy’s fingers laced themselves in Steve’s belt loops, pulling him back off the wall and towards the sink.

“So that’s what it was, hm? That’s why you’re uptight?”

Billy’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, shooting daggers at him. 

“You haven’t gotten your dick wet in a minute and so now it’s our problem?”

“What did I tell you about shutting the fuck up?” 

“Ohh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do to me if I don’t?” Steve asked, playing coy, his bottom lip catching behind his teeth. 

“You are so fucking dead Steve-”

Billy started, his voice dropping an octave as it trailed off. He flipped Steve, forcibly bending him at the hips over the sink basin.

Steve hummed, “Maybe it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten all day.” 

Billy pressed his hips into Steve’s ass, looking at him in the mirror.

“ God , do you have an off switch?” 

“What? I can’t have a little fun? We are fucking aren’t we?” Steve asked, punctuating his sentence by knocking his ass against Billy, “It’s supposed to be fun .” 

Billy groaned, slowly grinding on Steve through the layers of thick denim. One of his hands had found a nice spot on Steve’s waist, his fingers gripped into the skin. He wasted no time fiddling with Steve’s jeans with his other hand, undoing them the rest of the way and sliding them down along with his briefs in a few quick, fluid motions. 

“Eager. You pictured this before, huh?”

There wasn’t a response from Billy as he shifted his own jeans down just far enough, grinning as he let his cock rest on Steve’s perfect ass. His hand came to feel a circle around Steve’s flank, feeling the soft freckled skin, lightly smacking it and grinning.

“Wow, yeah you have definitely had some sick fantasies about this.”

Billy loomed over him, leaning over and speaking low into his ear. If Steve was going to get all into character and be such a brat , he could play along too.

“And so what if I have? So what if I have pictured fucking you? That turn you on or somethin’?” 

Steve didn’t answer, but his face lighting up pink and his dick bobbing in the air told Billy all he needed to know. He smirked and slid his hand up Steve’s body, hooking his fingers in Steve’s mouth. 

“Suck.” Billy ordered. 

His eyes not breaking contact with Steve’s face in the mirror, watching as he obliged without hesitation. He smirked, slapping Steve’s ass again, leaving a red hand print in its wake, not ignoring the moan Steve let slip from his mouth. 

“Of course you’d like it when I hit you, fuckin’ psycho.” Billy muttered.

“Don’t you get into fights for ki-i-cks-” 

Steve started, abruptly cut off by Billy’s fingers pressing up against the rim of his hole and pushing the first one past, just until the second knuckle, nothing crazy .

“ Jesus Christ , could you warn a guy?” 

“No can do sweetheart, we’re on a tight schedule,” he fished his wallet from his back pocket, and handed it to Steve, “get the condom outta there would you?” 

“Why the fuck would I do that?! You’re going way too fast, jackass-”

Billy pressed his finger all the way in, hard, roughly brushing a sensitive bundle of nerves as he did so. Steve’s breath hitched, his hands stalling as they fumbled through Billy’s wallet for a condom. 

“Hm, I mean, I could go slow. But, do you want the others to come looking for us?” He asked, twisting his finger around inside Steve.

“They’d pretty quickly realize we’re in here, with the door locked from the inside-” Billy continued, his voice smooth but threatening,

“-and fearing the worst-” he slipped the second finger in, relishing in the strangled noise Steve made,

“-they’d break the lock and burst in.” 

Steve let his head fall down, groaning as Billy whispered over him, fingers twisting and thrusting in and out of him, increasing his pace with every word he spoke. 

“And they’d find you, bent over the sink like a two dollar whore, with my dick up your tight little ass.”

He finished, slicking his fingers in and out at a dreadfully fast pace, while Steve did his best to stop a pornstar-esch moan from escaping him.

“You’d hate for that to happen, right princess?” 

Billy removed his fingers, and lined up his swollen cock head, pressing it to Steve’s rim. The skin to skin touch was electric and sent Steve’s heart rate off the charts.

“I’d really hate for all your little friends to see you moaning and shaking-”

“Goddamn, just do it then.” 

Steve’s words trembled out of his mouth, attempting to bring back the bite in his voice but the shaky hand that reached back to hand him the wallet condom was proof enough that he was totally under Billy’s control.

“Ok you asked for it, brat .”

Billy smirked, ripping the package open with his teeth and sliding it onto his cock, sending a silent thank you to whoever invented pre-lubed condoms. He positioned his cock up against Steve again, pressing just the tip into him, watching the mirror fog up as he let out a breathy moan, his face crinkling and jaw falling slack.

“Aww, not even half of it and you’re already fallin’ apart.” 

He pushed in further, almost moaning himself at the feel of Steve’s plush insides. Steve’s hand flung up to cover his mouth, biting down on his forefinger to keep even more pained noises from coming out. Billy stopped there for a moment, kind enough to let Steve adjust to the thick cock pressing inside him.

“Jesus, you done this before or somethin’?” 

Steve didn’t answer, his hips sliding back on their own, begging for more of Billy inside him.

“You little slut…” Billy trailed off, watching Steve squirm. 

“Shoulda told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been so gentle about it.”

Before Steve could throw in another smartass comment, Billy had pushed all the way in, hands drifting to the bend where his thighs and hips met to pull Steve even closer to him.

“Fuck!” Steve’s voice cracked as he yelled, gripping the side of the sink.

“Bet that’ll teach you not be a fuckin’ smartass all the damn time.”

Billy sneered, not giving another second of pause before pulling out and slamming into Steve at full force. The slap of skin on skin echoing in the tiled bathroom as Billy flicked his hips forward at a respectable pace. Steve’s eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill over.

“ Shit , you’re so fucking tight,” Billy gasped, hands migrating further up to Steve’s waist again, “but goddamn you take it so good.”

Steve moaned at Billy’s praise, his hips bucking and swaying his neglected cock. His hand reached for it instantly, smearing the precum around it and pumping furiously. 

“Couldn’t resist touching yourself?” 

Steve just groaned, part in pleasure, part in humiliation. 

“Well if you’re so eager to come then that must mean you want me to go faster, huh?”

Steve didn’t answer. 

Billy scowled, slowing his thrusts to a painfully slow pace, making sure Steve felt every inch of his cock pushing in and out. 

“Hargrove no- please-”

“Please, what ? You didn’t answer when I asked if you wanted it faster, so I assumed you wanted it slower.”

“You asshole I didn’t- that’s not what I meant.”

Billy reached down, snatching the hand Steve was stroking himself with and pinned it behind his back.

“Well you better tell me what you want then, princess.”

“Fuck you.”

Billy smirked, pulling all the way out, leaving Steve gaping and whiny, his arm wiggling to escape. 

“Try again.”

“ Fuck me!” 

Steve all but cried, his head dropping in shame, cock bouncing between his legs. He kicked himself for being so desperate . He couldn’t believe how needy he was, it was humiliating that Billy had turned him into such a whiny bitch.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

Billy smiled, releasing Steve’s hand and lining himself back up, and slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. Steve screwed his eyes shut as Billy went right back to his brutal pace, the tip of his cock grinding against Steve’s velvety walls and pressing into all his sweet spots just right.

“Attaboy, you fuckin’ take it princess.” Billy groaned, his fingers gripping harder into Steve’s waist. 

Steve had wrapped his shaky hand around his cock once more, his hips twisting and bucking into his fist. He yelped again as Billy shifted and hit that perfectly sensitive spot dead on. Billy growled, fucking into him even harder, staying in that spot, watching as Steve’s body squirm with every thrust and his face convulse in the mirror.  “Fuck-fuck-fuck, Billy , fuck-” 

Billy reached a hand around and clapped it over Steve’s mouth to muffle as he screamed, his body shuddering as he shot milky ropes of cum onto the floor below him. He whined through it, voice still dampened by Billy’s hand firmly clasped around his mouth, but getting increasingly overstimulated with Billy's relentless thrusts. 

“Fu-u-u-ck-” Steve warbled, a stutter marking every time Billy pushed his full length into him. 

“Keep takin’ it princess-”

Steve moaned feebly, his arms faltering and his neck giving up on holding his head. 

“And here you thought you we’re gonna do something-” Billy took a panting breath in, “tried to be all bratty-”

His fingers dug little red marks into Steve’s pale skin as he fucked into him with no remorse. He grit his teeth and his eyes screwed shut.

“Shit, Steve -” 

Billy’s own thrusts stuttered and Steve felt an unfamiliar warmth deep inside him as Billy cursed and groaned again, shallowly pushing his cock in and out as he worked himself through it. He caught his breath with loud sighs, his face had turned a splotchy red and he had a sly smile plastered on it. 

Another groan from Steve as Billy gently pulled partially out of his blushed red hole, shoving it in once more just to see the cringe on Steve’s face in the mirror. Before finally pulling out all the way and hastily tying off the condom and tossing it in the garbage bin a few inches away. He slapped Steve’s ass once more for good measure.

His eyes traveled down Steve’s legs as they shook and threatened to give way. His face was a deep crimson, his jeans still down around his knees. He looked totally fucked out, bent over the sink, body trembling with left over pleasure. 

“You gonna be cool now?” Steve asked finally, breaking the silence, his voice wrecked and slightly shy.

“Oh absolutely, totally mellow.” Billy answered, hiking up his jeans and tucking his cock away. 

“Good, I’d be pissed if you were still annoying after all this work I put in.” Steve shot back, again making a poor attempt at bringing back some bite.

“Woah, big talk for someone who can hardly stand right now.”

Steve scowled into the mirror, catching Billy’s eyes. On wobbly legs, he stood off the sink and fixed his clothes, pulling his jeans back into place and running a hand through his hair. Billy grabbed him by his belt loops to pull him once more to whisper in his ear.

“We gotta do that more often princess .” 

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Hold Tight, We're in for Nasty Weather

@harringrovewinterbingo post!! this is for space C1, with the prompt "Keeping Warm" enjoy!! also on AO3 if you'd prefer :)

Summary: The Hawkins High Varsity Basketball team is at an away game, it’s already snowing pretty bad when their bus pulls into the hotel parking lot. Their poor Coach messed up the rooms again and it looks like everyone is stuck in a single. And of course, Steve and Billy get paired together. And if that wasn’t bad enough, a few hours after they arrive the power goes out. Just their luck huh?

✪Rating: Teen & Up ✪ Word Count: 4085 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), There Was Only One Bed, bc i have an unhealthy attachment to that trope, Sharing a Bed, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, No Smut, Smoking, Banter, Betaed

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“Oh well that’s just perfect -”

Coach Donaldson grumbled, bringing his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose as if to stave off the inevitable headache. He took a breath and sighed, turning on his heels to face the Hawkins High varsity basketball team and whistled, grabbing the attention of even the sleepiest players.

“Okay! Fellas! There’s been a slight change of plans, there was, erm, a mistake with the bookings. And it seems we only booked singles-” 

The crowd groaned, some rolling their eyes and others yelling profanities. Rock paper scissors and coin tosses broke out before Coach Donaldson could even finish explaining. Roommate trades were called out like an auction- “Hey I call dibs on Bradford! He’s small!” and “Someone trade me! Vic snores, I swear I can’t take it again this season!” 

“-Settle! I understand this is an, erm, unfortunate situation!” Coach called, waving his hands in the air to stop the teenagers' complaints. 

“But the important thing to remember is that everyone will have a room!” 

“Unlike last year!” An anonymous voice called from the crowd.

“Yeah, or the year before that!” 

Coach’s eyebrows furrowed. The basketball team never had any luck with hotel rooms it seemed.

“Alright alright, we get it! Just, form an orderly line to come get your keys, and please stick to your roommate assignments!”

The door moaned on its hinges as it was thrown open by a rather perturbed Steve Harrington. Not only was he rooming with the one and only Billy Hargrove, but about ten minutes ago the worst news he could have been given was dropped in his lap- they’d be sleeping together. 

Together , together. 

“Watch it! I’m not jazzed about any o’ this either but it’s just for the weekend. So go ahead and untwist your panties for me, hm?”

“I’m so not in the mood for your mouth tonight, Hargrove.” 

Billy threw his hands up in faux innocence, tossing down his bag onto the gaudy blue duvet. 

“My bad pretty boy, usually people love my mouth.”  

Steve winced as Billy’s tongue flitted out, obscenely running across his dusty pink lips. Steve ignored him, and Billy seemed to let it go as he flopped onto the bed, the springs squeaking beneath him. Steve’s internal celebration of Billy’s silence was cut to a quick halt, however.

“Did you and that Wheeler girl get in a fight or something?”

“Holy shit, do you ever shut up?” 

“Hm, no,” he responded cheerily, an overly fake smile lighting up his face. 

“And not that it’s any of your business, but we aren’t together anymore. We’re just- friends. ” 

“Harsh.” 

Billy dropped it after that- he just wanted to push Steve’s buttons, not start an impromptu  therapy session. His hand dipped into his bag, retrieving a battered novel and flipping to a dog-eared page near the middle. 

“ Firestarter ? Didn’t know you could read.” 

“Harrington, aren’t you still in sophomore English?” Billy asked, innocently, not looking up from his book.

Steve didn’t respond. Billy let out a satisfied hum. 

The clock on the wall ticked obnoxiously in the background. Steve looked around the room, noting that there was a second nightstand on the opposite side of the bed, a small television set on the dark wooden dresser, and two equally ugly blue chairs around the mismatched lightly stained coffee table. The walls stunk distinctly of cigarettes, despite the clearly posted signage prohibiting such acts.

Steve looked back at Billy, completely absorbed into Stephen King’s words. He rolled his eyes, assuming this was his way of claiming the bed. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Billy glanced at him from over top of his book. 

“I’ll take the floor.” 

Billy huffed, shifting his eyes back to the page. Steve sighed and stole two of the blankets and a few of the pillows from the bed, tossing them into a heap on the teal carpet. He moved to rifle through his duffle bag, pulling out a pair of sweats and a nearly completely faded Hawkins High swim team shirt. He glanced up, noticing that Billy was watching him carefully through half lidded eyes. 

“Can I help you?” 

Billy shrugged, but his eyes stayed on Steve. 

“‘K. Well, I’m gonna grab a shower, then.”

Billy waved him off, eyes focusing back on the pages. Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed his duffle, slamming the bathroom door in his wake.

***

Minutes later Steve re-entered the bedroom, soaking wet hair dripping down onto his faded shirt. Billy had abandoned the bed and had his head stuck out the window, a lit cigarette absentmindedly dangling from his lips as he continued reading. He didn’t even acknowledge Steve.

“C’mon man-” 

“-my bad, where are my manners, want one?”

“Dude, no - well- yes .”

Billy motioned him over, resting his book open face precariously on the window sill. He took the cigarette from his mouth with a backward hand, his palm facing Steve as approached. When he was within reach, Billy held the cigarette up to him. 

Steve’s forehead crinkled in confusion, but Billy shook his hand, inviting Steve closer; he couldn’t help but oblige. Billy’s fingers grazed Steve’s cheek, his eyes watching as Steve wrapped his lips around the yellow filter and inhaled, the tip glowing a bright orange as Steve took in the burning tobacco leaves. 

Billy smiled, slow and easy, his eyes lidding slightly. Like he was watching something particularly erotic, not hand feeding a cigarette to another man. Steve ignored Billy’s slutty look and pulled off. He held it for a moment, debating whether to blow the smoke right at Billy or politely out the window. He opted for the polite gesture of blowing his smoke out the window, but this righteous act of kindness was quickly overturned by Billy taking a drag and puffing his smoke right into Steve's face. 

“Jesus, are you twelve?” 

“I just might be.” 

Steve rolled his eyes for about the millionth time that night, plucking the cigarette straight from Billy’s grip. 

“Tell me how you really feel, Harrington.”

“Can I enjoy one cigarette without you being a total ass?” 

“ My cigarette, and nah.” Billy hummed, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Figures.” 

Steve tilted his head, taking another long drag and blowing the smoke courteously out the window. The wind whipped his hair around his eyes, and carried the gray puff of smoke quickly away from them. He turned back to Billy, extending the crackling cigarette towards him, falling absentmindedly into a pattern of passing it back and forth.

“Why thank you Steven .” 

“It’s just Steve, actually.”

“Really? How unoriginal.” 

“Right, because Billy is so much more exciting.” 

“Gotcha there princess, it’s actually short for William.” 

Steve snorted as he exhaled, smoke coming out his nose. 

“Wait what’s your middle name then, just Steve?”

“Hell no.”

“Oh c’mon,” he leaned in closer, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” 

Steve’s face cringed and he shook his head to rid that horrible image from his brain. He sighed, and despite the lack of pressure, he indulged Billy’s curiosity without much of a fight. 

“Beatrice.”

“No fucking way.” 

“Fuck off, man!” 

“I’m sorry, but were your parents stoned or somethin’ when they named you?”

“ No , they weren’t stoned . It’s a long story.”

Billy gestured to the cigarette, albeit on its last leg, still smoking in his hand. 

“We’ve got time, pretty boy, lay it on me.” 

Steve sighed, bringing the near dead cigarette to his lips once more then passing it back to Billy. He took the last drag from it, his eyes squinting as it burned down his throat, then flicked it out the window, watching it tumble into the bright white snow below. 

“Great, now close the fucking window. It’s freezing.”

Billy shrugged, shutting it in a surprisingly gentle manner.

“Thanks.” 

“Anything for you princess. Now, tell me about this middle name,” he floated, the last of the smoke curling out from his lips. 

“Ass-” Steve muttered, but continued, “So apparently I was supposed to be a twin, like the doctors and all that shit told my mom that I was going to have a twin sister.”

“And so my mom gets the nursery ready for two babies right? One side is pink, the other blue. She’s got matching outfits, two cribs, the whole nine yards.” 

“So where is this sister now then? Because I would just love to meet her.” Billy winked, his mouth parting and tongue obscenely tracing his lips. 

“I’m getting there, anyways , she isn’t here because I, like, ate her. In the womb or some shit. So my mom just gave me her name as my middle name. Sentiment, I guess.” 

“You’re fucking with me-” 

“-I’m dead serious! I absorbed her or something, swear to God!”

“That’s such horseshit, Harrington!”

“You asked!”

“Fine, fine, but holy shit man.”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes while Billy snickered in the background. They fell quiet for a moment, then in a fluid motion Billy grabbed his book, dropped it on the bed and continued walking to the bathroom.

“Alright, if you want another pack it’s in the left side pocket, lighter too, just- don’t burn the joint down, got it?” 

“Oh, and my middle name is Michael. Pretty boring though, right Beatrice ?” 

Before Steve could retort, Billy had already slipped past the door frame and slammed it shut. Even past the door Steve could hear his laughter. He huffed, rolling his eyes before stealing a second blanket from the bed and easing into his makeshift cot on the floor.

***

“Gatsby?” 

Steve flinched in place as he looked up, he had even realized the water had shut off, nor had he heard the bathroom door open. He opened his mouth to speak but his eyes caught on the faint blonde happy trail that disappeared into the tantalizingly low towel tied around Billy’s waist. He snapped his eyes away, praying Billy didn’t take notice of his staring. 

He met Billy’s face, there was a sickening grin plastered on it, his hair fell down in near perfect ringlets across his shoulders, the drips sounding like a ticking clock as they fell to the ground. 

“It’s for Ms. Kelley’s writing class,” Steve blurted out, hoping to move past his obvious staring quickly.

“Huh, I didn’t know you could read.” Billy snickered, throwing Steve’s previous quip right back at him. 

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t make a lick of sense so maybe there's some truth to that.” 

Billy had shifted to the edge of the bed now, pulling out his own pair of sweats and an equally faded t-shirt with some band insignia printed on it. He scoffed at Steve’s remark, ripping the towel off him and tossing it back somewhere near the bathroom. 

Steve’s eyes went wide, cheeks warm as he buried his nose back into the crisp paperback in his hands. 

“God, you really are such a girl, Harrington.” 

“My bad for not wanting to see your junk.” 

“Who doesn’t wanna see my junk?” 

Steve’s face lit up red, and he pretended to focus on the page in front of him. 

“Hey you’re just lucky I’m wearin’ anything at all,” Billy started, pulling the sweat pants to rest low on his waist, “‘Cause usually I sleep in the nude .” 

He finished, popping the last syllable and sticking his tongue out at Steve who had given up on Fitzgerald’s words by now. 

“The hell’s your damage, dude?” 

Steve tried to add more bite to his tone, dropping his book for extra dramatic flair, but that didn’t stop the uncomfortable shifting, nor the lump in his throat he swallowed. 

Billy just laughed, that unhinged maniacal laugh he always did. Creeped Steve out every time. Billy had just opened his mouth, about to respond with another quip or maybe a filthy comment, when the lamp in the corner flicked. His attention snapped in its direction, catching as it flickered and went out, along with the overhead lights, and the radiator that sputtered and shook to a halt. 

“Oh you’ve gotta be shittin’ me…” Billy mumbled. 

Steve scrambled up and ran to open the door, Billy was quick to follow, peering his head out only to be met with a pitch black hallway. The silhouettes of the rest of the team started poking their heads out one by one, calling across the hall to one another. 

Seconds later the coach’s door nearly flew off the hinges as he stormed down the hall towards the lobby, cursing and muttering under his breath. The team waited by their respective doors until eventually Coach Donaldson slinked back towards them. The chatter hushed as he cleared his throat, standing at the base of the hallway. 

“It appears that the power has gone out and-” 

“No shit Sherlock!” 

“- thank you for the comment Mr. Metzer. What I was saying was that the storm has taken out the power, which also means that the heat has gone out-”

A collection of groans, curses, threats and complaints erupted from the boys, cutting off Coach Donaldson once again. 

“-and unfortunately!” Coach yelled, getting the attention of the team again. 

“And unfortunately, even if we wanted to find a different place, the snow has covered the roads pretty bad and the wind has downed a few power lines. So we are stuck here until the plows come tomorrow morning. For now, keep your windows shut and I suggest stuffing some towels around the doorframe to keep the cold air out-” 

The hallway’s shouting and whining came back in full swing. This time Coach Donaldson didn’t even try to say anything more, he just waved his hands in defeat and slunk back to his room. 

“Well isn’t this just the cherry on top of this dog shit trip.” Billy grumbled from behind Steve, his breath prickling the nape of his neck. 

“Well, I’m gonna go see if they have candles or some shit. Don’t die of hypothermia, ‘k princess?” 

He placed his hands on Steve’s waist, pushing him to the side, brushing the skin in the gap where shirt met sweats. Steve scoffed, backing away from Billy’s grasp. He sighed as the door swung shut; what kind of karmic debt could he possibly have to deserve this?

Minutes later, Billy returned, loudly barging through the doorway. Steve elected to ignore his noisiness in favor of keeping the peace, but all the insults he would have thrown vanished as he noticed the somewhat lumpy, cream colored candle resting in a tiny dish, held gently in Billy’s palms.

“You owe me big time, I really put on the charm for the stingy ass old lady at the counter, but I’m kind of irresistible. Especially with the older crowd,” he concluded, darting his tongue out across his lips.

“Eugh, you’re sick.”

Billy just breathed a quick laugh, quite satisfied in irking Steve. He fished his Zippo out from his pocket, popping it open and striking the wheel. He held the flame up to the wick for a moment and let it ignite. Steve watched, again surprised at his slow movements. As if the boisterous, quick Billy he had become so accustomed to, had magically been replaced with a smooth, calm version.

Steve resigned back to his cot, picking up his discarded copy of The Great Gatsby . A deep sigh escaped him as he opened up to where the sliver of paper stuck out of the edge of the pages. Beside him, the bed springs squealed. There was some shuffling, the sound of a zipper, more shuffling, then a dull smack as what Steve assumed was Billy’s duffle bag, hit the floor. After that, the pair was quiet for a while. Steve was stuck desperately squinting to see the pages in the dim candle light, and Billy hummed a song as he indulged in his own novel. 

After far too long of time for someone his age, Steve finally reached the page Ms. Kelley requested they read until. He tossed the book over by this duffle, good riddance.Then glanced over to Billy, his face relaxed as his eyes skipped back and forth across the page. 

Steve couldn’t help the start of a smile that blossomed on his face; maybe he shouldn’t have written Billy off so soon. I mean, sure, he had done nothing but tease and berate him this entire time, but he shared his cigarettes and could hold a fairly decent conversation, so it wasn’t all bad, he supposed.

“Are you starin’ again, princess?” 

“Yeah, in horror , at your ugly mug.” 

“Oh now surely you don’t mean that, sweetheart,” Billy mocked in a sugary tone, not bothering to lift his eyes from the page.

Steve pouted, proud of his quick comeback that was pitifully shot down by Billy. Regardless, he settled into his mess of blankets laid out on the floor in silence, too tired to snap back with anything. 

Billy chuckled, “Let me finish this chapter and then I’ll blow out the candles, hm?”

Steve, for whatever reason, felt a flush rush up his face. Billy’s statement was so- domestic? That didn’t sound like the right word at all. But he waved it off before he could think about it too hard, huffed a response to Billy, and curled into the blankets. Cursing at the poorly constructed and all too thin blanket provided by the hotel, the cold air sent goose bumps up his arms as it seemed to weasel its way through the woven material with ease. 

He shivered uncontrollably. He was turned away from the bed, staring mindlessly at the section of wall where the curtains didn’t quite reach the floor. Although he couldn’t be sure, he could feel Billy’s eyes on him as he squirmed and tried to pull the starchy blanket tighter around himself.

Behind him, he heard Billy sigh, and the sound of something being set upon the bed side table. 

“Alright-” Billy started, a certain inflection in his voice that Steve couldn't nail down, “it’s only gonna get colder, and we can’t have the only semi decent player die of hypothermia. So…” 

He trailed off, flipping back the heavy looking comforter on the bed as an invitation.  

Steve craned his neck, giving Billy a quizzical look. 

“I’ll take my chances with hypothermia,” and shifted back to stare at the wall. 

“How mature. C’mon, get up here.”

“Bite me.” 

“Alright, damn , just tryna be a gentleman.”

“As if.” 

Billy glanced over, watching Steve shudder and tighten the blankets around him. He looked at his book, then back to Steve, then back to his book. He rolled his eyes then flipped over, his back facing Steve, who was still pretending not to shiver on the floor.

He blew out the candle with a puff, the springs creaking as he settled back into place. Steve’s breath hitched as he shuddered again. He pulled the blanket impossibly closer, pulling his head under it to trap as much heat as he could. Billy held in a sigh, if Steve wanted to freeze to death that was his own damn problem.

Despite his former macho attitude, it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes before Steve broke. He shot up from his cot, abandoning his stiff blanket and tiptoed his way over to the bed. As slowly and quietly as he could, he lifted the comforter and slipped in. He watched Billy’s shoulders bounce as he snickered at the sudden dip in the bed and the creak of the springs.

“Not a fucking word Hargrove. Not. A fucking. Word .” 

Billy hummed. Steve could practically hear his shit eating grin as he spoke, directly disobeying Steve’s rather clear instructions.

“Remember, you can look, but don’t touch, sweetheart .” 

Steve scoffed, but they both held their tongues, their spines brushing gently as Steve snuggled into the much warmer bed.

***

Billy’s eyes eased open, barely registering the light pouring in from the windows and the birds outside chirping as he came nose to nose with Steve. He blinked, the sensation of his legs wedged in between Steve’s and his arms thrown around his waist. 

He swallowed, his heart rate climbing and sending shockwaves through him. But like a deer in headlights, he remained perfectly still. Something felt- off, inside his chest. Almost as if he didn’t hate this, but he actually liked this, which only raised his concern. But feeling Steve’s soft, sleeping form hugging him like it was made to do so, the concern seemed to melt away. He focused on how his chest rose and fell against his own, the way the light from the window poured in through the slats of the blinds, casting a yellow glow onto the bed. 

A tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like his father, was screaming to push Steve from the bed, rough him up a little and make him promise that nobody ever found out about this. But a more powerful force within him, allowed him to relax into Steve. Soaking in the contact that he knew would never, and maybe should never, happen again. 

Steve made a quiet noise which made Billy jolt back on instinct. Unfortunately the movement only further woke Steve, who’s own limbs began stretching out and his eyes fluttered open, immediately growing to the size of saucers.

“Hey,” Billy said, covering the awkward-ness with his self proclaimed swagger.

Steve blinked at him, noting that Billy’s morning voice was gravely and low, because of course it was, and there was already a smirk pulling at his lips. Steve quickly ignored how his train of thought came to a screaming halt at the ‘you know what Hargrove’s morning voice sounds like’ station. 

“Oh- oh my God-” Steve started, eyes darting down to their tangled bodies. 

Billy laughed, quiet and low, not making any effort to move off of Steve. Instead, his hand drifted from Steve’s back to his hip. He relished in the bright red color Steve’s face took on. 

“I swear to God I didn’t-”

“-I don’t really give a fuck, Steve .” Billy cut him off, his voice breathy and quiet, the use of Steve’s first name catching him off guard.

Their eyes locked, slanted aqua ones meeting wide brown ones.

They said nothing, just stared in silence. Billy’s hand remained firmly planted on Steve’s hip and their chests were still flush together. Both caught in the purgatory of being too scared to be the first to back off and equally scared to be the one to keep this going. 

A shiver ran up Steve’s spine as Billy broke and pulled him closer. Steve inhaled sharply through his nose, noticing Billy’s hand trail further up his side, slipping under his shirt to rest higher on his torso. Billy smirked, his eyes breaking the tense contact to flick down to Steve’s lips, which hung slightly agape. 

“What’re ya doin’…” Steve started, not speaking above a whisper and not really caring about the answer, just needing to say something .

“Dunno.”

Before either could say or do anything else stupid, there was a pounding of fists on their door. Like scared cats, both the boys scrambled up and away from each other, stumbling off the bed and racing to the door. 

Billy opened it so just he was visible, a painfully faked smile on his face and smoothing his hair back in place in an attempt at nonchalance. His eyes met their point guard, Kenneth, with a shit eating grin 

“Morning.”

“Someone better be fucking dying.” 

“Nah.”

“Damn, coulda fooled me with your idiotic pounding on our-”

“ -okay whatever, Coach just wanted me to tell you that you dickwads have like an hour before the buses leave, got it?”

“Oh we got it, Kenny.” Billy deadpanned, throwing up a half hearted salute.

“And it’s not Kenny! Its Kenn e-” 

Before he could finish the door slammed in his face, a smirk toying on Billy’s face.

“So, uh, what’d he want?” Steve asked, clearly wanting to skip over the whole ‘woke up in each others arms’ thing.

“Nothin’. Kenny’s a moron, what's new. Buses leave in an hour.”

“Cool.”

The two stared at each other for another few seconds, neither knowing what to say in the face of what they had woken up to. Wordlessly, they broke their tense eye contact, and with flushed faces started moving around the room,  clothes and packing their things. 

Both of them prayed that neither would bring this incident up ever again and yet, they simultaneously hoped they’d be assigned as roommates for the rest of the season. 

[glassofapplejuicee]

an actual real life text i got from my irl friend-

i have a few more harringrove WIPs in the chamber (including bingo stuff finally hallelujah). but after that... chat... do i take a vacation Steddie-ville? im thinking i have to! i mean who am i to deny my beautiful sweet little friends the joys of sick nasty steddie smut?

[glassofapplejuicee]

Cuter With Something in Your Mouth

another day another bingo fill, hip hip hooray! this is my third fill and, if we are counting diagonals, first bingo for @harringrovewinterbingo!! it is for my free space on B2 and here is the AO3 link if you'd prefer :) ty and enjoy

P.S. i have two more fic's that have been written and just need a bit more editing before i'm happy with them, so stay tuned for that! anyways, ty to my #1 Beta Reader: @daisies-and-domming, XOXO

Summary: Fall semester is finally over; Steve's last final has been taken and he's so ready for winter break. Upon returning home he finds Billy has an early Christmas gift for him, one that he's SURE Steve will love...

✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 3828 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), College, Post-Canon, Living Together, Established Relationship, Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, and i do mean UNDERTONES, Cock Slut, Pet Names, Aftercare

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The walk home from class was accompanied by a bitter wind that whipped around Steve’s frame as he trudged home. Because of course they couldn’t have just gone to school in California; like Billy wanted. No , they just had to go to school in goddamn Indiana, Steve thought to himself as he tugged his coat tighter against himself. 

At least their apartment was close enough to campus that they could walk to and from; guess it saved money on gas he supposed. Not that it would matter, they were on some sweet government scholarships. A sort of ‘thank you and all your friends for saving us from the Upside Down! We know you are all traumatized beyond belief, but we will just pay your way at these select universities so you don’t spill the beans on this whole operation! Ok thank you buh bye!’Steve didn’t really have any plans to go to college or anything like that, but a government funded full ride? Like hell he was gonna pass that up. So, here they were now, three years later in their own apartment ( also fully funded by the U.S. Government). 

The door to their complex opened with a squeal and Steve’s eyes squinted as they adjusted from the outside darkness to the blinding white of the complex entryway. He jogged up the stairs, fumbling with his keys on his way up. 

The rush of warm air was a welcome sensation as he entered the room. The lights had been turned low, the glow of the Christmas tree and a small lamp being the only things that lit up the space. 

“Hey, how’d your final go?” Billy called from behind their bedroom door.

“Who knows! Just glad that shits over!” Steve yelled back.

He slipped out of his snow soaked boots and left them out on the rug, working off his scarf and coat next. For now, he allowed himself to toss them carelessly onto the counter, making a mental note to hang them properly later. 

“Sorry I’m so late, his exams are basically impossible ,” Steve half muttered as he made his way over to the couch. 

He flopped down immediately, a satisfied sigh coming from him as he sank into the cushions. His eyes flickered to the discarded flashcards and textbooks on the coffee table, intermingled with stained mugs, a dented Zippo lighter, crumpled paper, and a stray condom wrapper. 

He breathed a laugh at the assortment of items, making a second mental note to tidy this up later as well. Now that the semester was officially over, he really needed to get started on picking up their apartment. Neither he nor Billy were ever very good at keeping their space clean, per say, but the walls weren’t falling down around them and the only mold in the fridge was from one of Dustin’s experiments gone wrong. And that was good enough for them.

“Well, I have a surprise for you that I think will turn that frown upside down.” Billy sang, still hidden from view.

Steve’s eyes glanced to their bedroom, the door was shut but he could see the glow of light that escaped from around the frame. There was a faint rustling noise followed by a bout of laughter. He rolled his eyes, did he even want to know? 

“Ok ok, Stevie, close your eyes.”

“They’re closed.” 

“I swear to God if you come out here with something alive , you're sleeping on the couch!” Steve quickly warned.

“Well, I guess it’s technically alive, but uh, not in the way you’re picturing.” 

Steve kept his eyes shut, hearing Billy’s footsteps pad closer to him. The old floor beneath him creaked with a low moan. Steve smiled recognizing exactly which floorboard that was, meaning that Billy was directly left of the coffee table.

“Alright, open ‘em up.” 

Steve took a breath and hesitantly opened his eyes, which instantly grew to the size of saucers at the scene in front of him.

There Billy stood, shirtless, his hair pulled up into a ponytail of sorts; sporting a bright pink scrunchie that he no doubt stole from Max. Steve’s eyes traveled downwards, finding he had no pants on either. The only thing keeping him decent was a sparkly gift box. 

It had shining green wrapping paper with a rather large, silver bow tied neatly on top. Steve looked on in shock as Billy removed his hands from the gift box, only to see that it somehow held up on its own. Billy planted his hands pointedly on his hips, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I know it’s a little early- but, uh, ya wanna open up your gift?” 

Billy swung his hips, showing off how the gift box stayed put despite having no hands on it. Steve smirked and held back a laugh, already feeling the pang of arousal in his stomach. 

Silently, Steve stood and stepped over to Billy, the floorboard whined again but this time he hardly noticed it. He found Billy’s eyes and without breaking contact, he slowly reached for the decorative green box and pulled it gently from Billy and tossed it aside. Steve’s eyes trailed down Billy’s body, catching on his already hard cock, that moment prior had been holding the gift box in place.

“How’d you know I always wanted one of these?” Steve mocked, his voice low and dripping with faux innocence.

Before Billy could reply with a smartass comment, Steve had already started walking away. Without turning around he held a hand up and motioned for Billy to follow, clicking his tongue for good measure. Billy was quick to follow, watching Steve tug his shirt off as he walked and letting it fall behind him in a heap near the door. Without looking he flicked off the overhead light, the room quickly dissolved into darkness, only the faint glow from the window illuminating the space. 

Steve was on him in a second, his hands grabbing Billy’s and pushing him until his back hit the wall. He smirked, leaning in to stick his tongue straight into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s arms came up to grab at the hair at the nape of his neck and cup his face. 

Steve dropped his arms to hastily undo his jeans, attempting not to break their kiss as he shimmied out and kicked them aside. His hands were quick to return to their rightful place around Billy’s waist.

Panting breaths filled the quiet room, their tongues swirling and sliding in a paradoxically soft but haphazard way. It was barely even a kiss at that point, just nudges of lips and saliva trading mouths. Billy’s hands nearly shook as they reached up and gripped hard onto Steve’s waist, watching as Steve ground against him senselessly, the outline of his cock through his underwear saddling up to Billy’s hip. It was desperate, bordering on juvenile behavior, hot wet touching and hot wet breath. The limbs that weren’t busy thrusting were shaking and nervous. 

Billy exhaled with a laugh, feeling a moist spot smear along on his hip. He broke, pushing Steve back and looking down, sure enough a pitiful mark of precum leaking through Steve’s briefs was now brushing against him as Steve’s hips thrust against him. He didn’t return to the kiss, rather he let himself tower over Billy, puffing hot air and whining. 

“Stevie-” 

Steve growled, gripping more of the flesh around Billy’s hip bones into his hand. It left blushy red marks in its wake.

“Stevie -” Billy started again, this time bringing his hands up to Steve’s chest and hauling him back. 

Steve’s legs hit the back of the bed, he watched Billy, mouth hung open and eyes half lidded. There was a shine of spit still on his chin, and his lips slightly puffy, a deep shade of cherry. 

“This is supposed to be a gift. Wouldn’t be very nice of me to let you hump into my leg like some fuckin’ dog , hm?” 

Steve didn’t even shoot back a quip before Billy had dropped to his knees, grabbing Steve’s briefs and pulling slowly. His eyes lit up brighter as he went further down, watching his happy trail turn into a dark, unkempt patch of hair, the base of his cock revealing itself. Billy pulled further, the elastic band a teasing touch as it traveled down his length, catching at the tip. With a devilish smirk, he yanked Steve’s briefs the rest of the way, letting them fall into a heap at his ankles.

Steve hummed as his cock sprang free and bounced back up, slapping low on his abdomen. Billy hummed, eyes practically glazed over as they followed, watching Steve purposefully twitch, coaxing Billy to him. Billy stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, looking up at Steve through his unfairly thick eyelashes. He inched closer to Steve’s cock, the head a blushy red shade and a pearl of precum threatening to drip down. His tongue just close enough to lightly brush against the underside.

There was a huff of annoyance as hands raised to grip the back of his head roughly. Steve’s fingers wove into his curls and pulled, jerking Billy’s head just enough to put him in his place.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He ordered through gritted teeth. 

“No promises…”

Steve, satisfied enough with that answer, loosened his grip and allowed Billy to move his head to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. Steve watched, smug, as Billy held him in his mouth, his tongue quickly flicking back and forth along the rim. Above him Steve hummed, carding his fingers into the loose ponytail and tugging gently, a wordless plea to take him deeper. 

Billy pulled off, smirking. He spat into his hand, then slid it up and down Steve’s cock a few times. Without a word of warning, he ripped his hand off and parted his lips, taking Steve as far as he could. He gagged pretty quickly, eyelids fluttering and prinking with tears until he pulled back to just holding the tip between his lips.

“Oh, fuck, Billy -”

Steve’s groan was enough to make him want to try again and Billy forced himself to take more of Steve into his mouth. Not enough to gag again, but just enough that it made his brows furrow and the tears start to run down his face. He knew his limits and wrapped his hand around Steve once again, suckling the length in his mouth, adding a slight twist to his wrist to make up for the lack of mouth. 

“Someone’s eager.” Steve quipped.

Billy moaned in response, spit leaking out at the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. He sucked harder, speeding up the bob of his head, his tongue pressed into the underside of Steve’s cock. He felt every twitch and flex as he worked, relishing in the weight of Steve’s warm cock as it slid in and out of his mouth.

“Jesus you are so fucking pretty…”

Something inside of him clicked on (or maybe off) at Steve’s praise. It was like his train of thought had pumped the brakes, and the only thing left running through his mind was the sensation of Steve’s warm cock filling up his mouth.

More tears fell, snot dripping and joining the spit that seeped down his face as he sucked harder, taking Steve deeper. One of Steve’s hands detangled itself from Billy’s hair and cupped around his jaw, his thumb rubbing a circle into his skin. Billy’s own cock spasmed at the contact and seconds later he pulled off, desperate for air, spit trailing from the head of Steve’s cock to Billy’s lips.

“Aw, done already?” Steve mocked, a fake pout on his face.

Billy glared at him, still catching his breath and taking the back of his hand to wipe some of the spit from his face. A final tear making its way down the flushed pink apple of his cheek. He had fallen back, letting his arms hold him up. Steve huffed, dissatisfied with Billy’s lack of response. 

“God, I forget how braindead you get when you’ve got my dick in your mouth.” 

Billy growled from the floor, still refusing to speak, but the sour look on his face spoke for itself.

“Billy , sit up.”

He did, with no argument. 

“Good, now can you go ahead and finish what you started?” 

Billy nodded, locking his eyes back onto Steve’s cock, still slicked wet with his spit. He took his back into his mouth, his tongue weakly running across the slit. Steve swore, nestling his hand back into Billy’s tied up hair. The gagging persisted as Billy put all his energy into forcing more of Steve’s cock down his throat, his tongue rubbing along the veins that protruded from Steve’s thick cock. 

He backed off for a few deep breaths, replacing his mouth with a trembling hand, slicking up and down Steve’s cock at an even pace before coming back for more. This time he kept his hand in place, stroking the length he couldn’t fit in his mouth as he bobbed his head swiftly, his eyes welling with even more tears. Steve’s breathy moans and whispered praise was good motivation, but he could feel himself slowing down. His strokes became sloppy, his vision was fully blurred by the constant tears, and his lungs could hardly keep up with Steve’s engorged cock blocking his airways. 

Another wet gag left him as he finally pulled back, eyes fluttering shut and head drooping down as he caught his breath. His sighs mixed with moans in the front of his throat. Still desperate to please Steve, he lifted his head up slightly to pressed sloppy, wet kisses to the base of his cock and all the way up the shaft before coming back down to rest his head against Steve’s hips bones, still feverishly pressing kisses into the skin.

Steve smiled, carefully guiding Billy’s head back up, watching as his eyes blinked open curiously. Then, lining up the swollen tip of his cock with Billy’s half-parted lips, he yanked Billy’s head closer, forcing his cock into his mouth. Billy’s brows furrowed and a higher pitched whine escaped him, contrasting his usual low grunts and moans. 

“That’s it baby, take it, you can do it.” 

Billy felt the tears rise again, his eyes glazing over as Steve shoved himself further down his throat. Billy knew his teeth were scraping the underside of Steve’s cock, but he didn’t care, he was too far gone to put much effort into keeping his mouth open. Steve didn’t seem to mind however, grabbing Billy by his ponytail to keep his head in place while he thrust his hips back and forth, coaxing his cock in and out of Billy’s mouth ever so slowly. 

The room had gone relatively quiet, save for the wet schlick of Steve’s cock sinking deep into Billy’s waiting throat. He thanked God that Steve knew his limits, and only pushed about a third of his length into him. He shivered at the thought that one day Steve would abandon his morals and really fuck his face.

Billy’s hips convulsed, his own cock straining and leaking onto the floor beneath him. He hadn’t even touched himself the whole night, so focused on the heavy cock pumping in and out of his mouth. Not that Steve’s shallow thrusts were enough to really get anywhere, he knew that Steve  just wanted the view: Billy’s red, fucked out face, eyes glazed over and mouth covered in a sheen of spit and tears, repeatedly taking his cock.

Steve hummed, pulling out of Billy’s mouth completely, much to Billy’s dismay. Steve gave him a pointed look, locking eyes with him then wordlessly making his way over to the bed and propped himself up against the headboard. 

Billy got the message and on wobbly legs stood and stumbled over to the bed, crawling over to him, his eyes fixed on his cock. Steve noticed the accumulation of precume that had started pitifully dripping down his length, which he imagined was throbbing having gone this long without being touched.

The bed spring creaked alongside Billy’s shaky breaths as he lowered his mouth to wrap around Steve’s head once more. He tried to take the whole thing, but quickly gagged and was forced to give up as he hit the halfway mark. He groaned, more high pitched than before, and pulled back, drooling. 

“If you’re too tired to suck, just use your tongue, baby.” Steve purred. 

He took his cock in his hand and guided it back to Billy’s mouth, pressing past his lips and onto Billy’s tongue, feeling it swipe across the tip half heartedly. He knew Billy was exhausted, uncomfortably hard and totally blissed out- so he decided to go easy on him by wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking, keeping just the tip tucked away inside Billy’s warm mouth.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”

Billy let out a weak sound from the back of his throat, ceasing the movements of his tongue and awaiting Steve’s imminent release. Steve cursed, quickening his pace, eyes fixed on Billy’s face. 

“God, you take it so good, don’t you?” 

The tears had dried and the spit had more or less been wiped away, but his eyes were still glassy and his cheeks still held onto their pinkish tinge. Steve smirked, he knew Billy got pretty hazy when it came to sex, but this was truly a step above anything else; it was like someone had taken out his boyfriend’s rational brain and replaced it with a cock obsessed version. Billy whined again, trying with all his might to keep his mouth open and his teeth off Steve as the tip of his cock brushed around the roof of his mouth. 

“That’s it baby- fuck - keep takin’ it baby. ‘m almost there baby- just keep taking my cock, yeah, doin’ so good baby yeah, f-fuck, so good-”

Another deep, gurgled moan came from Billy as Steve rambled praises, his hand whipping around his dick, bobbing it slightly further into Billy.

“Shit shit shit-” Steve cursed, his stomach tightening as he groaned.

Steve’s hips stuttered and he came into Billy’s waiting mouth. A low moan flew past his lips, watching as Billy sat and accepted the streaks of white that painted the soft pink insides of his mouth and dripped from his tongue. Billy’s eyes were fixed on him, half lidded and watching Steve’s face contort. 

Finally, Billy pulled back, cum still dripping from his lips as he closed them and swallowed, a dumb smile on his face. He cringed at the taste, falling back onto the bed. Steve allowed his heart rate to settle for a moment, watching as Billy wrapped a fist around his frustrated cock. 

A deep groan echoed in the room as Billy hastily stroked himself, screwing his eyes shut and pumping his fist over his aching cock. Steve wanted to speak up but in all honesty, he was really enjoying the show Billy was putting on as he shakily touched himself. His desperation radiated off him in waves, his hips bucked into the air and his other hand gripped the bedsheet as he fisted his dick with reckless abandon, solely focused on chasing his release. 

Steve’s own cock twitched briefly as Billy’s moans got higher pitched, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an effort to keep the obscene whimpers down. Seconds later, his hand faltered and his pace broke, milky white dripping down his knuckles and spattering along his stomach. He worked himself through it with gasping breaths, cock spasming in his shaky hand.

Moments later he hummed and slumped over himself, face falling into the mattress, torso still covered in cum and the tangy taste of it still lingering on his taste buds. Steve watched, a weird sense of pride washing over him as he basked in Billy’s post orgasm glow. He relished in the fact that he could absolutely ruin Billy, without even touching him. A few dirty words and a tug to the ponytail and he was like putty in your hands, so eager to please that he’d sit with his neglected cock dripping and body trembling with arousal, doing everything in his power to make sure you came first. 

“Merry Christmas, you fuckin’ perv,” Billy croaked, voice muffled by fabric but still undeniably wrecked .

“Think this’ll get us put on the naughty list?”

“Jesus Stevie- can you shut the fuck up and get over here?” 

Steve obliged without a moment of hesitation, crawling over to Billy and being manhandled into a messy kiss. All that dominance seeping right back into him, Steve mused. They both softened into the kiss, keeping it chaste, savoring the way it felt. Billy’s body quivered under Steve’s light touch, still exhausted and well worn. 

“Alright now get the fuck off me. Go do your ‘post game care’-ing for me, or whatever bullshit it is that you insist upon.”

Billy asserted, pulling away from Steve’s gentle kisses, waving his hand flippantly. 

“ Aftercare , moron. And it’s not bullshit, it- it’s nice,” Steve blushed, already slipping out of bed.

“Lord help me I’ve fallen for a woman…” 

Steve laughed as he rounded the corner, disappearing from view, returning a few moments later with a damp cloth. Billy rolled his eyes as Steve gently shuffled back over to him, taking the washcloth to his face, wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks, the sticky remnants of cum in his mustache and the bubbled over spit at the corners of his mouth. He shifted, moving to clean up Billy’s front with light, slow motions. Then, handing him the cloth to clean off his hands, which he happily took. 

“C’mon, even you can admit this is better than passing out covered in cum,” Steve prompted with a soft voice. 

Billy held his tongue, not willingly to admit that maybe Steve was right about this one thing, this one time.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Steve chirped, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Billy’s cheek. 

“You’re disgusting.” 

“Oh really?” Steve smirked, pressing another kiss to his face. 

“ Repulsive .” 

Steve laughed, peppering kisses along Billy’s jaw, his temples, his nose, whatever space was open. He would even pretend he didn’t see Billy crack a grin at Steve’s lovey dovey crap. Steve backed off, his hand feeling down Billy’s arm and back up again.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmured,

“So good for me,” he repeated, looking into Billy’s eyes. 

“It’s easy when it’s you, Stevie.” 

Steve smiled, satisfied enough with Billy’s honest attempt at being romantic. 

“We’re sorta gross, care to join me in the shower?” Steve proposed, sending him a wink.

“If I ever say no to that, check me into the fuckin’ loony bin ‘cause I’ve gone insane.”

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eric kripke from behind the camera watching jensen and misha do whatever kinda fucked up shit he's gonna make them do on the boys s5

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There's a Starman, Waiting in the Sky

greetings and salutations! second semester has taken me out back and old yellered me,,, but fear not for i have finished up this angsty bingo fill for @harringrovewinterbingo!! this is for A3, with the prompt "Stargazing" AO3 link if you'd prefer!

i rarely write angst so this was a fun, refreshing lil experiment! ty to my lovely beta reader @daisies-and-domming and i hope you enjoy :)

Summary: During a fight with some particularly nasty foes, Steve is rendered unconscious. In reality, it’s only for a few moments, but to Steve? It’s more like twenty. And for better or for worse, he spends those odd minutes back at an all too familiar meeting spot, with an all too familiar blonde.

✪Rating: Teen & Up ✪ Word Count: 2620 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Unconsciousness, Soft Billy Hargrove, Past Relationship(s), Stargazing, Angst, Betaed

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The breath shot into his body like a bullet, sparking his heart and pumping his blood. His eyes flew open and there he was, in all his former glory. 

Billy’s head was crooked, a smug smile plastered on his face as he leaned over Steve's body where it was sprawled out on the ground. His curls had formed near perfect ringlets that hung around his head like a veil, casting a shadow on his usually bright complexion.

“So, you come here often, stargazer ?” 

Billy asked, pulling out an old nickname. The kind of nickname that someone calls you just a few times, before it gets forgotten, abandoned, and left to collect dust on the shelves of your memories. 

“Billy-” Steve started, his mind still catching up to his eyes. 

Oh God. He had to be dead. Through the fog in his mind, he remembered Dustin, or maybe Lucas, calling out his name. Then his knees buckled and he went down. His sense failed him before he hit the scorched earth beneath him, his hearing going first, replaced by a ringing and then- dark . 

And then here he was. It was still dark , he noticed, but here it was merely a moonless night. The kind of nights he liked. The kind of nights he and Billy used to steal from the month’s supply of days, sneaking off to dream amongst the stars and whisper things they shouldn't say. 

Which meant, this must be heaven. He must be dead and this must be heaven. And Billy was some sort of heaven employee, tasked with escorting him to the pearly gates. 

“Am I dead?” 

“Dead?!” Billy fell back out of Steve’s line of sight, a cackle rolling off his tongue.

“You think you’d go out that easy, Stevie? Hell no you’re not dead, you moron.” 

Ok, well good to note that he wasn’t dead. But if he wasn’t dead then where the hell was he? Or was this some fucked up game Vecna was playing with him? Showing him his greatest hits on rerun one last time before the end?

Steve didn’t move, his back remained pressed into the gravel beneath him. He focused on the stars, his eyes catching as they hung above him, recognizing constellations in an instant. He stopped himself from cracking a smile, relishing in the dull prick of rocks digging into his shoulder blades. At least he had figured out where he was. 

The lake. 

Maybe, ten feet from where the water crawled weakly up onto the shore, brushing the sand before retreating back into itself. The coordinates were probably encoded into his DNA at this point. 

But that didn’t fully answer his question. Sure, his weird dream self was technically at the lake, but just moments ago his real self was slinging an axe at those hell bats before bam , lights out.

“Fine. Then if I’m not dead, then where,” he paused, jolting up and finding Billy’s gaze, “then where the fuck am I?” 

Billy matched his stare for a moment. Steve kicked himself for forgetting how blue his eyes were; how softly they used to look at him. 

“I’m not actually sure if I’m being honest.” 

Steve's nose scrunched and the beginnings of a grimace were showing themselves at Billy’s lackluster answer. 

“Honest to God Stevie! I just sort of showed up here when you did!”

He threw up his hands, his brows shooting up with them, visualizing his truthfulness. Steve bought it. Billy was never one to lie, anyways. He would cheat, and steal, and yell, and hurt. Those were some of his favorite things, actually. But lying? That was a hard no. Steve knew that well enough. 

He took a breath in, looking around at the spot, their spot. He hadn’t been there in months but it was just as he remembered. He twisted his spine to take a glance behind him and smiled, there was Billy’s Camaro, his baby , parked next to his own car. As it always was. 

The crickets still chirped their obnoxious song to his left, the brush still moved with the breeze the same way it always did. The branch that had fallen in a lightning storm many years ago was still precariously perched in the tree canopy. It was all still the same hue of green. He mused it must be summer in this fantasy-land he was in; the leaves were vibrant, shining, still full of life and sun and air. Much unlike its current state back in reality, wherever that was, likely frozen over and gray. 

He turned again, shifting his weight to get a good long look at the boy sitting next to him. He felt the tension in his shoulders melt away like the frost on the first mornings of spring. For the first time in months, the muscles holding up his neck relaxed and his ribs expanded all the way out in a breath. 

Billy’s legs were curled up towards him, his arms folded and resting on top of them. His freckled arms were on full display in the low cut white tank top he was sporting, Steve hadn’t noticed until just now, but they almost resembled the stars they had spent so many nights beneath.

They hadn’t meant to become amateur stargazers, but their meeting place just so happened to be the perfect vantage point. Naturally, Steve checked out every book on stars he could find at the Hawkins Public Library, and he even started to learn some of the names of the constellations. Billy had just barely restrained himself from throwing the stack of books into the murky water when Steve had sheepishly pulled them from his bag.

Steve grinned at the memory as his eyes carried themselves down Billy's body, his tight jeans, his scuffed biker boots. The glimmer of light from the gold pendant that hung off his neck may have more beautiful than any star in the sky. Steve’s lungs tightened. He wished he had a camera, with a brand new roll of film to capture this place, this heaven, in its entirety. 

He blinked, looking away from a shockingly quiet Billy. There was still a faint whisper of smoke in the air, and the lingering scent of a few too many Camels. Their distinctive menthol smell blended with Billy’s all too powerful cologne and he rather selfishly took in gulps of air, letting it penetrate his senses.

He wouldn’t ever tell anyone this but after the mall, he went out and bought the same cologne Billy used to wear. It was some fancy shit, Paco Rabanne ; bullshit is what it was. But he still wears it every day like it’s a religion. Robin complained for weeks, begging him to stop assaulting her airways like that. He didn’t have the guts to tell her the truth.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been out here.” 

Steve spoke, his eyes coming back to find Billy’s gaze. 

“It’s been- weird. Not being here with you , ya know?” 

Billy listened, silently. 

“I guess, it’s just, I don’t really have any reason to come back out here.”

There was a beat, Steve waiting for Billy to jump in with a quip, come to his rescue and lighten the mood. But that relief never came. So they sat, drowning in silence. He waited another second longer, holding his breath as he tore his gaze from Billy, forcing himself to watch the lake’s water move. 

"I miss you.” 

Steve’s voice was low, a quick whisper; had you not been paying attention his words would have passed you by. 

Billy remained silent. Not even his face reacted.

“It’s weird man. It’s not like a breakup or anything. I think I would have preferred that, actually. But this? I have to walk through this shithole everyday. And every goddamn day, you’re not here.” 

Steve’s voice crescendoing as he explained, he took a shaky, sharp breath in before his monologue continued. 

“The nights are the fucking worst, man. I have to pretend like I’m not waiting to hear your engine roll up on my driveway. Or see you coming into Scoops on your way to the pool. You never got anything, just stood there batting your fucking eyelashes at me and holding up my goddamn line,” he laughed, an exhausted, cynical laugh. 

“Do you know how fucking hard it is? To pretend . I mean, hell, I have to pretend that we weren't even friends . I run into people, still cursing your name and making fun of everything that happened. They make jokes! Jokes! Like you didn’t matter . Like nobody even knew you! Like you didn’t have any fucking friends or anything . And I can’t say shit to those assholes because nobody knew - they didn’t know about our little meetups, and all the nights and the stars. Nobody knew!” 

His voice warbled, breaking as he added,

“Nobody knew that I-” 

“Steve.” 

Billy’s voice was smooth, stopping Steve’s racing mind in an instant. He outstretched his legs to inch closer to Steve, he ignored the hitch of Steve’s breath as he rested his hand on Steve’s thigh.

“I knew.”

“What-”

“-I knew, Steve. I know . I think I always knew.”

The silence crept back up like a fog rolling in. It prickled Steve’s flesh like hot knives, the tip of a blade being drug down his spine. Not enough to break skin but enough to hurt . 

He huffed, a ‘ hindsight’s 20/20 ’, kind of huff.

“I don’t know why I never said it when you were-” he stopped himself. 

“Alive?” 

“Yeah. That.” He swallowed, it felt like molasses going down. 

“We were scared.” Billy answered, surprisingly serious. 

“Yeah right, you’re not scared of anything.” 

“I was scared of this.” 

Billy’s words settled into the corners of Steve’s mind. There was a beat of stillness before Steve whispered again.

“I wish we could have gotten the hell outta here.” 

Steve looked away from Billy yet again, leaning back into the sandy gravel floor. Billy followed suit, his hand drifting to rest atop Steve’s. The pair looked up, like they had always done, and latched their eyes onto the white dots of stars that freckled the navy blue sky. 

“If that was an option, you know I would, Steve.”

“I know.” 

“Bad timing, eh?”

“Yeah, something like that.” 

There was a sharp pain near his temple and he jolted up, his eyes fluttering shut as a scene of Robin shaking his shoulders desperately played out before him. Her hands gripped into his skin and he felt, for a moment, wet blood seeping in through reality, staining this fantasy. 

A flash of red appeared in front of them, just at the shoreline. It was like a portal. There, a tiny window to Dustin chanting his name, Nancy’s worried eyes as she instructed Robin to prop up Steve’s head, Eddie was pulling at his hair and pacing, reassuring Dustin with baited breath. Robin’s hand came to lightly tap Steve’s cheek, quietly pleading for him to wake up . 

Billy sat up and watched the red window grow darker, a gust of wind following as it grew in size.

“I’m no genius, but I think that’s your sign to head back pal.”

Billy’s suggestion was calm on the surface. But it held a painful bite to it, an unconscious undertone that only Steve had ears to hear. 

“Can’t I stay, just a little longer?” 

“C’mon now, don’t do that. You know I want you to, but I don’t think that’s how it works, Stevie.” 

Their eyes met, both sets glazed over with the promise of tears. The portal was getting impatient as it sent whips of wind at them, whirling and whining as it circled around. Steve’s hair flew into his face, his heart spiked. 

“Will I see you again?” 

“Maybe. But right now those knuckleheads out there need you.” 

Steve’s gaze broke and he looked to the ‘knuckleheads’ on the other side of the whirlwind of deep red smoke. His brows furrowed, glancing back to Billy’s silhouette. His golden curls danced around his shoulders, his pendant swayed back and forth. His eyes were settled gently on Steve, their bright blue had almost dulled, but nevertheless they begged Steve to leave.

He took another look through the window, Dustin had tear marks racing down his cheeks, and Steve felt the ghost of a hand over his neck, likely looking for a heartbeat. The crowd listened anxiously for Nancy’s reply.

Something in him splintered and on wobbly legs he stood, making a few steps towards the terrifying red stain on this perfect dream, his perfect dream. Billy stood with him, walking a step behind, over to the shoreline. 

He kept himself centered on the window, watching as relieved cheers came from the knuckleheads as Nancy exclaimed she had found his heartbeat. He felt it pound in his chest. Getting stronger as he shuffled closer to the mouth of the whirlwind, threatening to burst right out of his ribs.

“You better keep my brat sister safe Harrington!” Billy called over the howling wind. 

They stood just inches off the edge. Steve’s eyes flitted to the two dents in the sandy floor that their bodies had made, it called out Steve’s name like a prayer. 

Billy refocused him, grabbing his shoulders and turning his head towards his. The first tear slinked down from his waterline and he quickly blinked it away, he refused to have his last seconds be blurred by tears. 

He took in Billy’s features, and instantly he wished he had been more of a photo guy when he was alive. All he had was the shitty yearbook photo and a single polaroid. He heart stung knowing he would never see this face again; this face that looked at him like that . That always smiled at his dumb jokes, that shaved his iconic mustache for a week when Steve complained about kissing him, that always searched for him in a crowd, that looked at him instead of the stars most nights. 

Steve wanted to speak. Say something profound, or stupid. Maybe both. But the words dried up and died on his tongue. Too much to say that nothing came out. He hoped Billy could see it in his eyes. He did. 

“And you can call me a sap for this, but I love you too, stargazer .” 

Steve witnessed the smirk paint itself on Billy’s face for only a moment before the rough hands on his shoulder shoved, and sent him careening into the red smoke.

And like taking a second bullet to the chest, his breath was shot back into him. His heart pumped into overtime and he exhaled out a white puff of air into the frigid February sky, followed by his eyes snapping open, quickly adjusting to the light.

“Steve! Holy shit, Steve! ”

“He’s alive holy shit he’s alive !” 

“Of course he’s alive, you moron!” Robin snapped back, her mitten covered hands still cradling Steve’s bloody head. 

“He was out for, like, not even a minute!” 

The faces of everyone finally came into focus. Battle wounded and bloody but there they were. 

“You didn’t think I’d go out that easy, did you?” 

Steve gave a pained smile, stealing the quip from Billy. He knew he would have to tell them eventually what happened, but for now, he could bask in the warmth of his friends' faces, delighted to have him back earthside. 

Their smiling faces and watery eyes lasted only a second before their ears perked at the horrifying screechy sounds of demo-whatever the hell they were, coming from the east. The group collectively sobered, zipping their coats, tensing their muscles, and slinging their jerry rigged weapons over their shoulders. 

Back in the saddle again.

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hello tunplr! this is how second semester is finding me (in case you were curious)

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One way, or Another

folks! we are so back and we are back with bingo fills. this is my very first fill for @harringrovewinterbingo and im so super excited to share. this is for space C3, with the prompt "Outside Looking In".

and if you'd prefer to read on AO3, here's that link too! ty so much to the organizers of this event and also ty to my best pal and beta reader @daisies-and-domming ok that is all, do enjoy!

Summary: Nancy is walking out of school, cursing the cold weather when she spots Steve and… is that Billy Hargrove? They look like they’re being pretty friendly. Odd but she moves on with life. Until later in the week, she finds Billy tutoring Steve? Ok now it's getting weird, since when are they friends anyway? It isn’t until she sneaks into Melissa’s party that she finds out the truth, the hard way…

✪Rating: Teen & Up ✪ Word Count: 2,900 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), Hawkins High School (Stranger Things), POV Nancy Wheeler, One Shot, Kissing, Swearing, Winter, Light Spying, Party, Christmas Party, Being Walked In On, Betaed, Platonic Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler

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Nancy bristled as the doors opened and the chilly air flowed past her. Stepping out from the school building was like a one way trip to Antarctica. It was just Indiana, why did it have to be so damn cold?! 

She cursed under her breath, hugging her coat tighter to her body as she hastily walked over to her car, Mike was already over there waiting, thank God. She swore she would make him walk all the way home if he was late getting out to the car one more time. Seems her scare tactics worked. 

The wind whipped her loose curls around her head and into her eyes. She winced, bringing her hand up to push the unruly hairs behind her ears. As she opened her eyes again, they caught on a rather strange sight. There was Steve, standing next to…

Billy Hargrove? 

She blinked, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. But this was no such ruse, Steve was actually there, standing centimeters away from Billy. And it looked like they were talking, laughing even. 

Her brows furrowed, keeping her gaze centered on the boys as she unlocked the car door, blocking out Mike’s whines entirely. There was something clearly awry here. They had beaten each other within an inch of their lives just a few months ago, right? And now they’re all buddy-buddy? Something didn’t quite add up. 

“God Nancy, stop staring at Steve and drive me home! I have important business to get to.” Mike huffed from the passenger seat. 

She didn’t say a word as she pulled out of the high school parking lot. But the idea was in her head now so good luck ignoring it, she needed to know what was up.

***

A few days had passed with no sightings of Steve or Billy, so the whole thing sort of slipped her mind. She had been meaning to ask Mike about it; she had seen that redheaded sister of Billy’s hanging around the Party so maybe she knew what was going on. But with finals coming up, Nancy knew she really needed to focus. 

Therefore, here she was; at the library during her lunch period checking out a few books to help her with her upcoming history exam. She scanned the shelves carefully, letting her fingers trace the spines of the severely worn books. Chadworth, Channing, Chatham, ah!  

She pulled out the book she had been searching for, with a satisfied hum. However, her satisfaction was quickly flooded by confusion at who she spotted through the space her book had made upon exiting the shelf. She leaned closer to the bookshelf, her nose crinkling at the scent of musty pages.

There, at one of the small tables was Billy, intricately explaining something to Steve, who sat caddy corner to him. Nancy’s ears perked up and she twisted her head around, trying to get a better glance at them. She watched Billy wave something off dramatically and snatch a pencil straight from Steve’s hand, erasing something on the paper laid out in front of them.

Her eyes fell down to said paper, attempting to make out the subject they were working on. English, she decided, seeing the many crumpled and crossed out rough drafts of a paper scattered about the area. But what the hell was Steve doing helping Billy with homework? If he was still the same Steve Harrington he was just a year ago, he would have had trouble keeping up with his own work, let alone helping someone else. 

She moved again, shuffling her feet and angling her ear towards the boys, trying to listen to the conversation they were having but to no such luck. Of course the one time they follow the rules is the one about being quiet in a library. She scoffed. She watched as Steve picked up the pencil again, taking a breath in, then scribbling out a few more sentences. 

“No, no, no. Steve— then you need to— like I— earlier.” 

Nancy held back a gasp as her eyes widened. She had it totally backwards, Billy was here, tutoring Steve? Now this was something interesting. 

She cared little about the other gossip, like who was sleeping with who, and oh my god did you see Shannons new hair. But what she had accidentally stumbled on here, now this was something noteworthy! So she couldn’t help the small grin that appeared on her face as the gears in her head began turning once again.

Her eyes flicked down to the small watch fastened to her wrist, shit, class was over in about 3 minutes! She sighed, shifting the book to cradle it against her chest and softly stepped over to the librarian's counter to check out her book. 

***

A languid sigh escaped her as she took in the scene before her. A million different papers, notebooks, and pens were strewn out on her desk, some had even made it onto the floor, surrounding her like some sort of study bubble. She stretched her arms up to the ceiling and her spine made a deep pop sound. She groaned, knowing she should get up and walk around a bit, give herself a break from the constant studying. 

She knew everything on the test anyways, she wasn’t sure why she was so worried about it. Besides, Ms. Becker’s tests were always lazily put together; Nancy was sure that she was stealing questions directly from the textbooks. 

Confident in her abilities (and that Ms. Becker would take the easy way out), she scooted her chair from the desk and stood. Her eyes jumped to the digital clock resting on her nightstand and she huffed, seeing it read 8:10. Her parents were out of town and she promised to pick Mike up from Max’s house at eight on the dot. 

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her purse and coat from the back of the door and swept down the stairs. She smoothed her unruly hair back, managing to slip on an old pair of Keds as she hurried out the door.

***

“Steve…?” 

She whispered to herself as her car rolled up to the Hargrove-Mayfield house. She watched Steve notice her and swiftly put some space between himself and Billy, who was comfortably leaned up against Steve’s BMW.

She put her mothers station wagon into park, leaving the engine running so it would keep its warmth. She stepped out of the driver's seat, and began the awkward walk to where they were standing, she couldn't hide the questioning expression that painted her features. 

“I told the twerps to get the hell outta my house, so don’t worry, Mike’ll be out in a minute, Nance.” Billy cooed, placing a gross emphasis on ‘Nance’. 

“Hey, Nancy.” Steve spoke, with a tone she couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was definitely a hint of embarrassment in it.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “I didn’t realise you two were friends. I mean last time I checked you were basically mortal enemies.” She tried to laugh, but it came out a little strained.

“Oh you know Stevie, just couldn’t resist me.” Billy said, shooting her a wink. 

“Dude shut up.” Steve muttered, not looking over at Nancy. 

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence. All parties silently begging for their respective kids to get their asses out here so they could all leave.

Before Billy could say anything else incriminating, Dustin, Mike and Lucas came jogging out of the house. Lucas called a ‘thank you for having us’ on his way out, which gave Nancy a smile. He was always the most well mannered of Mike’s friends. 

Mike brushed past her without a word and got straight into the passenger's seat, not even giving Nancy a chance to react before reaching over and laying on the horn. How she wished Lucas would impart some of his manners onto her useless brother.

“I better get going…” 

“Yeah me too, night Nancy.” Steve replied, finally looking up at her.

However, just when he thought she was out of earshot he followed up with, “Bye Billy, see you tomorrow night,” as he watched Billy slink back into his house.

It was an innocent enough phrase but Nancy knew exactly how Steve operated, he was laying on the charm. It was fairly obvious, the way his voice went down an octave, the sugary sweet way he said Billy’s name. 

The gears in her head spluttered and got right back to whirring, what the hell was that about? Not a moment passed as she got back into the car before she turned her head to Mike. 

“What the hell is up with Steve and Billy? Don’t they hate each other? Why are they suddenly friends?” 

“Jesus! Chill out! Someone’s jealous.”

“I am not! I just want to know what the hell’s going on.” 

“Ok, well, I don’t even know! They’ve just been hanging out all the time. He’s always over there anytime we go to Max’s. And, sometimes he’s just there, even if he isn’t bringing Dustin.” 

Mike answered, adding emphasis to seemingly random words, further exaggerating his annoyance with her line of questioning. Nancy hummed, not at all satisfied by her brother's response but it would have to do for now

***

Tomorrow night had rolled around and thank God it was Friday. She had heard through the grapevine that Melissa was having a get-together at her dad’s house that night. She wasn’t technically invited but it’s not like a high school party would have a guest list. Besides, she had a pretty good feeling on this being the function that Steve said he would be seeing Billy at. 

It was supposed to be some form of Christmas party but again, high school party, so in reality it was a normal party, but with a topical holiday title in front of it. She debated asking Jonathan to join her on what she would dub ‘investigative journalism’ but he wasn’t really the party type, nor the investigative journalism type. 

Just as the clock struck 10 o’clock, she headed out of the house with hardly a goodbye to Mike. The drive to Melissa’s was about fifteen minutes so she had some time to fully formulate her plan: First, she’d drive by, slow. But not slow enough to draw attention to herself. Just to scope out if Steve or Billy’s car was even there. If it was, she would park a block over, brave the cold, and walk into the party. 

As she turned onto Melissa’s road, she almost hoped that she wouldn’t find their cars. But just her luck, there was Billy’s shiny blue Camaro illegally parked in front of the fire hydrant. She rolled her eyes but kept on, making her way to the next street over and throwing the car in park. 

The crisp Hawkins wind whipped around her and the snow squeaked under her boots as she hurried to get to the house. I mean who the hell throws a rager in December?! She cursed under her breath, shivering, despite her thick overcoat. 

At last, she made it to the front porch and made her way into the house. From the entryway she scanned the foyer, just barely peeking into the living room. As she discarded her coat onto the mountain of fleece and polyester (in what she assumed was Melissa’s dad’s office), she spotted the familiar bounce of golden curls whisk by. 

She stepped out of the coat-covered office and made her way to the common area, pushing through the hoards of people who were already concerningly drunk just an hour into the party. She muttered her disdain and made her way to the kitchen, finding a corner to press her back up against and scan the room. 

As suspected, Steve was practically hanging off Billy. WThe boys were chatting with Tommy and some girl that Nancy didn’t recognise. She stifled a laugh, she knew Carol must be pissed about that. Steve stood with his arms crossed, shoulders pressed right against Billy’s denim clad torso. Their faces were slightly flushed, indicating that they had had their fair share of the mystery liquid from the punch bowl rested on the countertop to her right. Nancy noted that Billy did most of the talking, while Steve only sometimes nodded, his doe eyes fixed on Billy as he and Tommy conversed. 

Her brows furrowed, she watched for a moment longer but decided it would be best for her to make her way out of the kitchen, in case they decided to turn around. It would be kind of hard to explain why she was stalking her ex-boyfriend and his thought to be rival, at a party she wasn’t even invited to. 

She weaved her way out of the kitchen and milled around the living room, searching for anyone sober or of interest to talk with. As suspected, her search came up dry. So back to hugging the wall it was.

It had been maybe thirty minutes since she arrived, before she spotted them again. This time, they were sneaking up the stairs, giggling like school girls the whole way up. In the meantime she had made some bland conversation with Tina, and then listened to Carol whine about Tommy and his new girlfriend; who according to her was some ‘skank from Jordan High’.

Carol was still crying to Tina and a few other girls when Nancy quietly backed away from the conversation to follow the boys. She watched through the banisters to see which room they went into and the minute the door shut, she hurried up the stairs, shoving past the many inebriated couples making out.

She waited for a few seconds, posed outside the door she watched the boys slip into, weighing her options carefully in her mind. Best case scenario, they have a girl in there and Nancy goes home, scrubs the image from her mind, and hopefully all parties forgive and forget. Worst case scenario this is some elaborate drug deal- or some other definitely illegal situation- that she would now be considered a witness to, and therefore permanently on Billy Hargrove’s shit list. 

And then, of course, the even worse case scenario- that this is somehow tied to the Upside Down. She swallowed, praying that wasn’t the case, but accepting the reality that it was a likelihood, which was part of the reason she was so adamant about finding out just what was going on with their new and unsuspected ‘friendship’. 

She placed her hand on the door handle, as suspected it was unlocked, she took a breath and burst in. As her eyes adjusted upon entering the poorly lit room she saw Billy, his button up hanging off his shoulders and his back pushed up against the wall. Steve’s hands were planted low on his waist and he was- 

Kissing him?!

Her jaw fell to the floor and the boys quickly pushed off each other and launched into explanations. Nancy slammed the door shut behind her, clicking the lock into place as she did. 

“Oh shit- Nancy, I swear to God this isn’t what it looks like-” Steve started, his eyes wide and the back of his hand coming to wipe at his mouth.

“I swear on my fucking life if you fucking tell anyone what you-” Billy growled, hastily pulling his shirt back up. 

“I- I don’t even, you’re- but you-” she started, getting nowhere. 

Nancy had never been caught truly speechless in her life, but she guessed there was a first for everything. She watched the boys tense and their expressions grow fearful, she cleared her throat and produced some semblance of a sentence. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean- I was just… I was- I was just-” she took another breath in, “I just wanted to know what was up with you two. I was worried it had something to do with…” she trailed off, letting the obvious end of her statement hang in the air. 

“Oh- no, no no no. Nothing to do with that- we just-” Steve cut himself off with a sharp breath inward, looking to Billy for how to explain this. 

“It doesn’t matter what we were doing, because you didn’t fucking see anything. Got it?” 

Nancy’s voice softened, sensing the fear that was driving Billy’s anger, “I’m not stupid, Billy. I know what I saw but-”

“You shut the fuck up Wheeler or I swear-” 

“Billy! Cool it would ya? She’s…” Steve glanced over at her, “cool.” 

Billy’s shoulders were still tense but he backed off. They all stood in a painfully awkward silence for what felt like an hour, Billy nor Steve wanting to get into specifics but Nancy hadn’t quite solved her case yet. 

“Ok. Well. I should be going. Have fun?” She ended her silence breaking statement with a quizzical look. 

The boys watched silently as she hurried out of the room. She nearly tripped rushing back down the stairs, ignoring the still inebriated couples complaints. She stopped only to filter through the coat pile, before speed-walking to her car. The drive home was almost silent. Only the occasional turn signal click, breaking through the stuffy air.

She sighed as she pulled into her driveway, squeezing her eyes shut and bringing a hand to press at the bridge of her nose. She hoped that at least this would teach her to stop being so damn nosey. 

(But she knew it wouldn’t.)

hehe okie tytytyty for reading !! now go check out everyone else's awesome stuff under the hwb2025 tag ^-^

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american here. i was scrolling and all the sudden comments stopped loading in. i exited and reopened the app… i got a pop up that said it “has been banned in the US”

it’s over chat

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*meows obnoxiously at you*

*also meowing*: new harringrove brainrot whos excited!!! this time it has a dash of religion and a stolen scene from Home Alone. what a delightful treat! 

(ignore that this is literally two weeks post christmas) ((im still on winter break so i have been doing nothing but writing and editing)) (((thank you ssososooso much @daisies-and-domming for beta reading my slop)))

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ok now hear me out- what if we took the season 1 scene with Steve spray painting “Nancy ‘The Slut’ Wheeler”... and we reworked it to be with Billy??? what do we think about that?? hopefully were thinking good things bc that’s what i just wrote- 

(it gets a lil violent so proceed with caution!) 

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pspspsps hey you. are you looking for a short and sweet, fluffy, found family-esch stranger things thanksgiving fic that's jonathan byers centric? you are? well you are in the right place pal!!

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Hello and welcome to my page, you can call me Apple!

Here is all my writing, in one neat little post!! This will be updated as I write (which is sometimes infrequent), however you can send in requests/asks if you so wish! Okie dokie that's about it from me, enjoy! :)

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Format: Title: (Rating) where it's posted, ship name, word count

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Get rid of all Bitterness: (T) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 1100 words

Billy "The Faggot" Hargrove: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 2300 words

Stranger Things: Thanksgiving Special: (Gen) 𝘈𝘖3, Gen, 1500 words

Tina's Halloween Bash: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 2300 words

You Light my Light, I'll Light you: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 12k words

Good Luck, Harrington: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 1600 words

Senior Trip: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Steddie/Ronance, 18k words,

Dontcha, Big Boy?: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Steddie, 2200 words

Modern au prom ficlet: (SFW) 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, Harringorve

Prom ficlet: (SFW) 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, Harringrove

Gay code drabble: (SFW) 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, Harringrove

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Just a Little Bi-curious: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Scollace, 3400 words

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You'll Never Know Just How Many Dreams I Dream About You: (G) 𝘈𝘖3, Stucky, 7k words

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Eyes Up Here: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Crankiplier, 4700 words

Markiplier Makes: Edible Arrangements (and Ethan blush): (T) 𝘈𝘖3, Crankiplier, 3k words

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quick prom modern au bc these fellas have rotted my brain

“Robin you’ve got this all wrong!” Steve whined, pacing around his room.

“If I’m so wrong then why are you all worked up about this huh?”

Damn that was a good point, why was he so worked up about this? It wasn’t like he actually liked Billy or anything like that. It was just a funny bit that Robin liked to play, the classic ‘Steve and Billy are super gay and in love with each other’.

Which was utterly ridiculous, yeah sure they were gay but that didn’t automatically mean they were destined to be with each other. 

Steve scoffed, in lue of a real answer. 

“I dunno.”

“Always Mr. Helpful.” Robin sighed, turning back to her phone. 

“Didja do the Wordle today? I’m on my third try and I have like one letter.”

Steve thanked whatever god was out there that Robin had the attention span of a gnat, really helped out when there was a topic he didn’t want to discuss. 

****

The lunch room always had a distinct smell of mold to it, which irked Nancy to no end, so the group often found themselves eating in the library. Nancy sucked up to the librarian enough that she didn’t even bat an eye when the usual four to five teenagers would follow Nancy around like lost ducklings.

“So, you guys have a date to the prom yet?” Jonathan asked awkwardly as they settled into the soft chairs in the back corner of the library. 

Everyone knew he wanted to take Nancy, and that this was his not so sly attempt at figuring out if she had a date yet or not.

“Hell no, you think I’m going to prom? I’m like, way too old for that shit.” Eddie chuckled. 

“But you’re our favorite super senior!” 

“Swear to God Hargrove-” 

Billy just cackled to himself while Robin interrupted him.

“Ok well I DO have a date to prom, so suck it losers.” 

“Oh yeah right Buckley.” 

“Nah I’m serious, I have hoes out the wazoo.” 

Steve let his head fall and hit the table, letting out an over exaggerated groan at Robin’s latest and greatest sentence. 

“Ok laugh it up but I am taking the drop dead gorgeous Heather Holloway and you’re taking…” she trailed off, pretending to think, “Oh that’s right, nobody!” 

Steve lifted his head and scowled. 

“It’s ok pretty boy, I’ll take you if no other upstanding citizen volunteers.” 

Steve consciously ignored the blush that rose up the back of his neck and grumbled out a response. 

“My hero.” 

“Hey you could put that shit on college apps! ‘Takes bitchless losers on dates’, I can see the headlines now.” Eddie quipped, dramatically pantomiming to the group.

****

“Yo Steve-o!” Billy called, jogging up to Steve’s car.

“What, need the chemistry homework again?” he smirked. 

“Dude, that was one time, and no.” he huffed, leaning up against the passenger door, looking over the roof at Steve.

“I came to ask you something actually.” he continued. 

“You know that, uh, joke? Like the bit that Robin always does?”

Steve narrowed his eyes. 

“Like you know that one, well anyways, I just. That’s all to say, or I guess ask, I’m here to ask something-” he trailed off again. “Dude just spit it out.”

“Do you want to go to prom with me?” 

“I mean yeah sure, I assumed we would go in a group together anyways.” 

“No no no, goddammit Steve, I meant like together. With me. With me as your date. With matching boutonnieres and dumb pictures and all that horseshit.” he waved his hand flippantly at Steve. 

“Holy shit really?” 

“Yeah really.” Billy answered wearily, he would never get used to the painfully slow processing speed of Steve Harrington. 

“Huh. I did not expect this. How long have you…” he trailed off. 

“Too fucking long Steve. Now answer the fucking question will you?” 

The corners of his mouth perked up without his permission, “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Matching boutonnieres and all.” 

“Oh thank fucking God, I was so worried you were gunna say no and then I’d have to kill all the witnesses.” 

Steve snorted a laugh. 

“Ok, I got practice so I gotta run, but I had to ask that before I lost my mind. See you later.” 

Steve watched as Billy jogged off back towards the school, he couldn’t stop the dopey grin from showing. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and shot a quick text to Robin.

ok mybe u were right… on a totally unrelated note, what color should billy and I’s ties be??