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Burn it with fire!!

The 70s/80s had some weird food combinations and an obsession with adding fruit to everything.

pressing buttons

harringrove | G | 2246 words | mutual pining

Hi! I had the honour of writing this fic for the amazing art @basiatlu did for the Mini Reverse Bang run by @billybigbang. I was so excited when I found out who I'd been paired with.

Gift for @basiatlu, @shieldofiron and @lovebillyhargrove

Summary:

Billy is different now, since his father skipped town. Happier. Free. Steve can't help watching. And wanting.

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Steve stood in a dark corner at the Arcade, pondering. 

He’d been about to leave after dropping off Dustin, Mike and Will, when he heard the familiar roar of the blue Camaro. He watched Billy Hargrove park a couple of spots over and was surprised when Billy turned off the engine. Usually, Billy tore off the parking lot, music blaring, the second Max closed the passenger door.

Steve did wonder if he might still be a bit stoned from that weed he’d smoked the night before, because Billy got out and was standing next to his car, waiting for Max and Lucas. The three of them were talking animatedly and laughing together as they headed into the arcade. 

Steve had never seen Billy be this freely before, laughing from genuine joy rather than mockery, or that unhinged cackle Steve remembered from that night in November. He’d never admit it out loud to anyone, but fuck, it made the guy look even hotter.

In the privacy of his own mind, Steve had come to terms with this undeniable attraction he was feeling for Billy Hargrove. How else could he explain away telling him not to cream his pants that night at Mrs Byers’ house before Billy had beaten him into a pulp… Not exactly the most heterosexual thing to say to a guy. 

Steve’d done some soul searching and some sneaky research while his face healed. He had decided that he liked girls but he would pretty definitely like to kiss Billy if the occasion presented itself without the risk of getting punched again. Dreams were free, Steve guessed. 

He was feeling a bit like a crazed stalker, watching Billy navigate through increasingly complicated levels of Dig Dug. Max, Lucas and the rest of the Party were huddled around, watching Billy beat level after level, awe clear on their faces.

Steve looked down at the can of Coke he’d bought as an excuse to hang around. It wasn’t like anyone would believe he was there to play. Everyone knew he was absolute trash at most video games, but they’d be surprised to learn he still enjoyed playing them. He mostly played at home, on the various consoles his parents kept buying in a bid to make up for their lengthy absences. He always made sure to provide them with a list of popular games for his birthday and Christmas. 

“Come on, Sinclair,” Billy called out, bringing Steve’s attention back to the small group. Lucas was playing now, under Billy’s watchful eye, while Max stood to the side, joining in with some advice every so often. Steve wasn’t sure where the other kids had gone, but at least they weren’t pressing him for more quarters.

“You’re gonna have to do better than this if you wanna impress the Mighty Mad Max!” Billy continued, chuckling and shaking his head.

“Don’t call me that, asshole.” Max shoved her brother, moving away fast when he reached out to mess with her hair.

“That’s your name in the game, shitbird!” Billy cackled, and Steve smiled at their antics.

Steve had heard chatter of course, in his car while he drove the kids, and on that stupid radio Dustin kept insisting he left turned on. How Billy had apologized to Lucas for shoving him into Mrs Byers’ bookcase. How he had dropped Max off at the Snow Ball then picked her up, and had let her pick the music both times. How he was still a dick but less of an asshole.

Then there had been the rumors Steve had heard at Medvald’s when he waited for his grocery order, about Billy’s dad vanishing like a thief in the night, leaving behind angry creditors and a mortgage his wife couldn’t afford. How Billy was working after school and on weekends to help Max’s mom. How the three of them had to adjust to the trailer park where they lived now. It didn’t take a mind reader to see that both Max and Billy were happier with Neil Hargrove gone.

The Game Over jingle rang over the cacophony that was the Arcade on a Saturday afternoon and Steve watched Max and Billy cheerfully high five each other. Lucas hadn’t even cracked the top ten. All but one of those scores said ‘MadMax’. The top score was ahead of Max’s highest score by a lot and belonged to ‘BilboH’. 

Steve wondered if that was Billy’s. The name sounded familiar, like something he should know about, but couldn’t quite remember. The screen changed as the game rebooted and he noticed that Max and Lucas had started a two-player game. He couldn’t see Billy leaning against the machine anymore and nearly jumped out of his skin when someone sidled up to him, their shoulders bumping together.

“King Steve,” Billy drawled, his voice low and raspy. “There you are. Could feel you watching me.”

“That so?” Steve turned to face Billy, his back against the wall now. He let his gaze roam slowly over Billy, the light brown curls, the hint of a mustache on that full top lip, the grey henley under the denim jacket, the jeans that definitely looked painted on…

“My eyes are up here, Harrington,” Billy said, his tone playful and just for Steve’s ears.

“Oh, I know,” Steve smiled as he looked up, catching the way Billy’s pupils widened for a brief second. “That high score is yours, isn’t it?”

Billy laughed, a bright happy thing that warmed something inside Steve’s chest. “Got it in one, pretty boy. Max has been trying to beat me for a couple of years. Even came close a few times since we moved here.” He leaned closer to Steve, knocking his boot against the side of Steve’s Nike. “What about you? You play? Never see you on any of the games when you bring your children to the arcade.”

Cheeks heating up, Steve ran an embarrassed hand through his hair. “Yeah, no, I really suck at video games. I, um, I only play at home, on my consoles. Practice, really.”

“Hang on, consoles , as in plural?”

“My parents are home literally three times a year, and they think that buying me expensive shit makes up for letting me fend for myself since I was, like, twelve. They probably read somewhere that teenage boys like video games so they keep buying the newest console that just came out whenever they remember I exist. I make them buy games I want to try because I might as well get something out of it.”

Billy let out a slow, drawn-out whistle. “My, my, my, how the other half lives.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. There was no heat in it and they both knew it. “You could always come over later, if you’re not doing anything.” He shrugged, like he didn’t care. This way, if Billy said no, he could act like it was no big deal.  “I’ll order us some pizza and you can show me how good you are at playing Dig Dug on my Commodore 64.” 

Billy stared wordlessly for a minute, pinning Steve under his gaze, like he was trying to decide if Steve was being genuine. “You…” He shook his head, looking dejected all of a sudden. “You don’t mean that.”

“I really, really do, Billy.” Steve didn’t remember meaning or wanting anything more in his life.

“Like your nerdy little defense squad would let that happen,” Billy scoffed, softness gone from his handsome face, and wasn’t that a pity. Steve wanted to make him laugh again.

“I wasn’t planning on telling them. They don’t get a say in who I hang out with after I drop them off to their parents.”

***

“Come on, man, I’m starving. Menu’s in the kitchen,” Steve said as he stood up, not waiting to see if Billy followed before heading out of the den.

They’d been taking turns playing Dig Dug for over an hour and Steve was actually getting a little better. All the pretty boy needed was someone taking the time to explain the game to him and Billy couldn’t believe he was the first one to help Steve with that. 

Billy discreetly wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before getting off the couch to follow Steve. There had been a swarm of untamed butterflies in his belly since he’d parked the Camaro behind Steve’s Bimmer in the Harringtons’ driveway. He felt like he’d stepped into an alternate reality, one where Steve Harrington invited him over for pizza and video games, like that was something the two of them did on the regular. 

One where the guy he’d been crushing on since he’d moved to Indiana flirted back instead of looking like he wanted Billy to drop dead.

“Here.” Steve handed him the menu for the pizza place.

“What is this?” Billy couldn’t help himself when he saw the shockingly limited choice Hawkins had to offer. He knew he’d been spoiled with a best friend working for Surfer Boy Pizza back in Cali but this was on another level. Charging customers an additional dollar for wanting two separate toppings on their pizza seemed wrong.

Steve frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Billy held up the piece of paper in his hand. “Why are the toppings all extra? And mango? Who the fuck puts mango on a pizza?”

“I don’t know,” Steve said with a shrug before adding, “I usually just get pepperoni.”

Billy felt bad for his outburst when he saw Steve’s face fall. He needed to fix this fast so they could get back to that flirting thing they had going before.

“Tell you what, pretty boy,” Billy said as he moved towards the cupboards and started looking at what was in them. “You order us the usual, and I’ll see what I can do to make it better. Ha!” 

Billy put down the can of pineapple he’d unearthed from the back of the cupboard on the counter and headed to the fridge next. He was happy to hit paydirt and got out grated cheese, some bacon, a jar of olives as well as a bag of mushrooms he found in the crisper drawer.

“Oh, so mango is a no-no but pineapple is okay?” Steve asked, tone mocking.

Arms full, Billy straightened up to look at Steve, who was now sitting on the counter, holding the can of fruit. Seeing the smile pulling at Steve’s lips, he breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t ruined things.

“Stevie, it’s like my friend Argyle says, and I quote, ‘try before you deny’. He’s been making pizza since he was old enough to toss the dough.”

“Yeah, I don’t know…”

“Hmm…” Billy closed the fridge with his foot and walked over to Steve. He deposited his bounty on the counter, aware that Steve kept his eyes on him the whole time.

Here goes nothing , Billy thought before he opened his mouth. “Listen, I’m not gonna tell you to trust me, ’cause I know that’s a big ask but—”

“I trust you.” Steve’s admission surprised them both, going by the pink hue now coloring his cheeks.

“Okay, then, pretty boy.” Billy grinned, relieved and happily surprised by this unexpected development. “Am I right in assuming you have pizza in your freezer?” He was sure he’d heard the kids mention that Steve was shit at cooking anything that wasn’t ready-made more than once on their radios.

“Well, yes, but I was gonna order in.”

“I’d like to try something and save you ten bucks.” He tilted his head to the side a bit and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, doing a happy dance on the inside when Steve’s eyes dropped to his mouth. “Will you let me?” 

“What kind of something?” Steve sounded distracted, his eyes flicking back up to lock with Billy’s.

“Gonna show you how to elevate your boring old freezer pizza,” Billy explained, shrugging lightly, doing his best to keep his tone casual. Fortune favored the bold, or something. “If you don’t like it, I’ll go pick you up that pepperoni pizza myself.”

Steve nodded. “Deal.”

Billy got busy while Steve regaled him from his perch, with stories about the hijinks he got up to with Tommy Hagan in middle school, and their frequent brushes with Hawkins law enforcement. Billy shared some memories from growing up so close to the ocean, glossing over the darker stuff to keep the mood light.

Once the newly improved pizzas were in the oven, and the timer set, Steve directed Billy to get them both a drink from the fridge. Billy approached under Steve’s watchful eye and handed him a can. He gasped, unprepared, when Steve grabbed him by the wrist and pulled.

Steve peeled Billy’s fingers from the beers he was holding, while Billy tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he was currently standing between Steve’s thighs. 

“What was that you said?” Steve said, snaking his arms around Billy’s shoulders. “Try before you deny?”

Billy nodded, unable to string words together when all he could focus on was the way his crotch was so dangerously close to Steve’s junk.

“I’m tired of denying myself,” Steve whispered, his breath hot on Billy’s mouth. “And Billy?”

“Hm?” Billy finally remembered he had hands and he got a hold of Steve’s waist.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” 

They were busy devouring each other when the timer went off and ended up having to order pizza anyway.

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These pictures are the same 🙈

an old painting covered in mold

"sadza"

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Can I steal this plot bunny? I'll feed it, clean it's cage and love it sooo sooo much? Pretty please?

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Hi! It's me!

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A 21+ discord server for Billy Hargrove / Dacre Montgomery and everything adjacent to them.

Each and every ship is welcome (though shipping is not mandatory). Character and/or ship hate will not be tolerated.

If you want to be a Billyver, pm me or let me know in the tags or comments :)

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Yes! So excited for this! This definitely is my baby, not that I should have favourites. @tinyplanet95

Looking at the broken, bleeding, and gasping body of Neil, Billy is filled with a tranquil sense of calmness. He feels a small spark igniting deep with himself. Neil had always prided himself on being the empitimy of what an alpha should be, always thiking himself as the rightful ruler of Westeros. Always spouting how weak, pathetic, meek, and fragile omegas are. But now, he's lying broken, bleeding, utterly humiliated all at the hands of a pregnant omega on the cusp of labour.

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the thrilling saga continues…

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I absolutely love the Harringrove fandom and community!

incorrect harringrove

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💢

You like to live life dangerously I see @tomatette

Armitage strides down the long corridor with purposeful strides. For once, the Master of the Knights of Ren had proven himself competent in his mission, well, partly at least. While he had failed at acquiring the map that would lead them to Skywalker, he had brought back a prisoner. The elusive pilot Poe Dameron.

He stopped short of the door to the interrogation room, the two troopers at the door quickly standing to attention, the clicking of their boots ringing through the deserted corridor. He narrowly misses getting bowled over as Kylo storms out of the room in a huff, his lightsaber crackling as it springs to life, and the knight proceeds to attack his ship. He sneers at the childish display unbecoming of a man in his position. He turns his head to peer inside the room, insult forming on his tongue. As he throws his orbs towards the prisoner, he feels like he got sucker punched, all of the air in his lungs leaving him as two deep brown orbs look back.

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A bonus piece related to this (the Billy Mini Reverse Bang), based off a meme apparently and suggested by @drwhoisginnyholmes

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My first thingy for @billyhargrovebingo! Square A3, "Back Alley Fight" :p

(Also, I'm supposed to put a rating to this also so ... um, I guess M for Mature since it can certaintly be interpreted as the boys having just done some ... mature things.)

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💢 Surprise me 😌

Dealers' choice, OK? I see you. From lurking, I know you like supernatural elements and cryptids. I can serve up some Cryptid Steddie. Consider this a celebratory gift for your 1k follower mile stome, enjoy!

His eyes sting from keeping them open, and his lungs feel like they are on fire. His frantic struggle to reach the surface only makes him suffocate faster, increasing his panicking and making him struggle more, leaving him stuck in a deadly cycle. His vision starts to turn black around the edges. As Eddie's body starts giving in to the urge to gulp for air that isn't there, Stevie's face appears up close to his. She cups his face gently in her hands as she leans in to kiss him. Eddie is vaguely aware of pressure being applied against his jaw joints before his mouth fills with seawater, making him gag. Just as suddenly as his mouth filled with water, Stevie’s tongue makes its way into his mouth. He can't believe that this is how he dies, drowned, and lost at sea because he followed his dick and no one would know. Eddie's eyes slip closed as her tongue explores his mouth. His eyes snap open as his chest explodes with a sudden burst of searing pain, quickly followed by the same sensation against his throat and neck.

He claws at his neck and screams as his fingers catch on skin folds that shouldn't be there and definitely shouldn't be moving up and down. His hands reach down to his chest right across his ribs, where he feels the same ridges and folds. It takes him way too long to notice that he's breathing and not slowly drowning and suffocating anymore. Gills, he's grown Gills! He doesn't understand how that's even possible, because it shouldn't. He realises his eyes have stopped stinging, and he's able to clearly see everything around him. looks down at his chest and mourns how the gills have cut right through his tattoos.

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🎸 oooo love a rare pair lets go o

You and me both!

"Yes! Yes I want to be a part of their lives! Your life! I missed so much- but only if you'll allow me. I'll even pay child support, with back pay. I just want a chance.” “A chance,” [redacted] whispers , mostly to himself. His round face slowly splits into a grin. “Yeah, I can give you that.” [Redacted] leans in and kisses him again just as the door dings on his floor. He groans, hitching [redacted] up, and adjusting, before walking out into the hall. His muscles start cramping and straining a little, but he wouldn't trade this moment, this new chance, for anything.

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I was tagged by @fuctacles to participate in Wip Weekend, I've never done this before, though. Also, go check out their double sentences special because of their 1k follower mile stone! It deserves to be celebrated!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. There are no limits to the amount of asks you can send. Please feel free to send multiple!

🐴 Khalasars Blessing - GOT/Stranger things cross over, a/b/o Metalsandwish

🔫 I'll be your stud - Mob boss AU, a/b/o Steddie

🪓 unnamed sequel to Ode to the 80s slasher - Harringrove (subject to change) murder husbands

🚬 who beter to satisfy an omega then an omega - o/o Harringrove high school au

🎸 secret rare pair big bang wip

🚕 Getting away with murder sequel to A work of Art - a/b/o Kurt Kunkle (spree) × Eddie Munson

✉️ Letters - Gator Tillman × Sam (Warfare)

💢 dealers' choice - either one of the above or a blurb I make up on the fly that could be literally anything.

He vividly remembers watching Hargove leading a shirtless Steve towards the ambulance, all of that glorious chest hair splattered with blood. He had clenched his fists at his side, seeing the possessive hand gripping Steve's hip. The way the other boy pulled him close, his nose brushing against his cheek as he whispered something to Steve, watching the brunettes eyes glazing over. It made Eddie's blood boil. He should be comforting Steve, not Hargrove!

No pressure chill tagging @ficsforfundota @alexandritehethey @glassbxttless @getaapologist and anyone els that wants to play.

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I apologise for my taste in metal music. Could have been much more nice tbh 🤷‍♀️. Could have gotten Frensh, Mongolian or Flemish metal 😅

I was tagged by the awesome @dragonflylady77.

I don't have en mental energy or capacity to tag anyone, so if you see this please feel free to consider yourself tagged.

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I was tagged by the awesome @dragonflylady77.

I don't have en mental energy or capacity to tag anyone, so if you see this please feel free to consider yourself tagged.

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