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*5 minutes later* Steve: …is typing…

Billy: Oh hell

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please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

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Nancy used to like when he waxed it, when he shaved. Billy’s quite the opposite, hooking the edge of his scoops uniform down with one finger like he’s looking down a girl’s sweater, and grinning.

He tugs on Steve’s chest hair and it goes straight between Steve’s legs, confuses the hell out of him. One day he forgets to shave and Billy strokes his jaw.

It takes a few times before Steve understands. Billy likes this. Not as a joke but likes this. Likes Steve.

He yanks Steve into the back room at scoops and sniffs Steve’s armpits, licks a wild stripe across Steve’s heart and makes it skip a beat. It should be gross, but every breath on his skin is making Steve breath more heavily.

“You… uh… you like that?” Steve asks, and it couldn’t sound less dominant if he tried.

“Uh huh,” Billy grunts, licking up Steve’s neck and rubbing their jaws together. “I like that. You like that?”

Billy’s stubble brushes the edge of Steve’s lips and something rearranges in his head.

“Yeah,” Steve moans. “Yeah, yeah, yes.”

I didn’t have time for a full kinktober fic but have a little trichophilia as a treat @harringrovekinktober

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I need yall to blow Nightmare Before Kissmas by Sara Raasch out of the fucking water this year bc I need fanart and a movie adaptation ASAP‼️‼️

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Billy's got a compass in his chest and it always points him home.

West, to California. To the coast, the beach, the water.

From the moment he first had to escape his house, small and bruised. Alone and so angry. He would plant himself in the sand, fling himself into the ocean. Let it swallow him whole and spit him back out. Wash him out, back onto the sand. Still whole. Clean and salty and softer at the edges, like a worn down bit of sea-glass.

It works all the way out in Indiana, that compass. Still points him west. It's a sustained ache under his ribs now that he can't just let his feet take him home anytime he needs it.

A girl coyly suggests she could show him Lover's Lake sometime and he jumps at the chance, but it's a disappointing spit of water and frozen besides. The compass needle doesn't even wobble in it's heading. His sends his date home disappointed too.

Steve Harrington's got no direction. He's drifting around on the tide like flotsam. Billy shoves him and he stirs up little eddies, fights the current for a once and kicks up a wake that Billy can ride for a minute and breathe deep afterwards like he's coming up for air.

The crash and ebb and flow around each other for months. Billy learns to read the wave pattern, Steve learns to watch for storm patterns.

Steve's got a pool, which is objectively even worse than a lake. Except, when he says so, Steve tackles him around the middle and sinks them both right to the bottom of the deep end fully clothed. Laughs as Billy curses him out for ruining the half pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

They splash and shove and wrestle their way out of their sodden clothes without getting out of the heated water, because March in Hawkins may be warming up, but it's sure as shit not warm yet. Steve calls him a wimp, climbs out in just his briefs, and canon-balls back in.

They tangle together under the water and Steve only lets him up for air when he really needs it.

Steve Harrington must have a lot of extra iron in his blood or something. The needle's been wobbly for a while, and it spins right off it's axis the day Steve hands him a little newspaper wrapped parcel, "Happy birthday," he says, "Made me think of you."

It's an earring, plain gold stud and fine gold chain with a teardrop stone hanging off it. Rough-hewn, softly cloudy blue. Sea-glass.

Billy's adrift, surprised by a riptide.

There's a lodestone hanging on his ear and he can't see his way back to the coast anymore.

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Steve’s hand brushed Billy’s as he handed the cigarette back to him. He was surprised he even showed up to prom, he never thought he’d see Billy Hargrove in anything other than skin tight jeans but here he was in a surprisingly well fitted black suit.

And here they were. On the back steps of the school, sharing a cigarette. Another thing Steve would have never guessed would happen in a million years. 

“Pretty boy like you should have a date.” 

“I did. We didn’t click.” 

Billy hummed, bringing the yellow filter up to his lips and taking a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut as acid smoke filled around his lungs. 

“Why’d you always call me that?”

He raised an eyebrow, opening his eyes and turning his head to face Steve, gently blowing the smoke into his face. 

“Asshole-” Steve muttered but continued, “pretty boy, why do you always call me pretty boy?”

“I mean I know you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed but I thought that one was self explanatory.” 

Steve looked at him unimpressed, clearly needing this to be spelled out. Billy rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re pretty.” 

“Right, my bad for expecting a real answer out of you.” 

“That is the real answer.”

Billy looked away, taking a quick drag before elaborating. 

“You’re just, pretty, I suppose. Not many guys are pretty.” 

There was a moment of quiet and Billy swore he heard Steve’s heart beating next to him. Then again, it could have been his own.

“Oh. Well, thanks. I guess.” 

“My pleasure, pretty boy.” 

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Louis and Liam pouring powerade on each other during Best Song Ever, 28/07/15

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Whoa... was kissing supposed to feel like this?

Steve had kissed plenty of girls, and sure, there were a few drunken nights when he allowed Tommy a few sloppy kisses in between make-out sessions with Carol.

But nothing ever felt like this.

It was honestly a little embarrassing. Steve sort of felt like he was in a movie, with sparks igniting all around him like fireworks.

Billy's lips were wet. He thought that would be strange, but it wasn't. They tasted of chlorine, given that he'd just climbed out of Steve's pool to grab another beer. Then, as Billy's tongue dipped into his mouth, he tasted of chlorine and beer, which absolutely should have been strange. But it wasn't. It was. Intoxicating.

Steve was desperate for more, his hands reaching up to pull Billy in, slipping against the man's damp skin.

He could feel Billy lips curve as if the man was laughing at him, but no sound escaped, only intense ragged breaths, pooling into Steve's lungs, creating a stir within his body as if those fireworks were being lit from within him.

At that moment, this was all he wanted. All he needed, and it showed in the way he moved forward into Billy's welcoming arms. He felt his stomach flutter as Billy lifted him up, holding him gently against his chest. He could swear he felt the steady pulse of Billy's heart, racing away, matching the pace of his own.

The way the other smiled down at him nearly made his heart stop. It was such a sweet and tender gaze. Slowly, they moved forward, Billy carrying him with ease. Steve thought the man would bring him inside so they could continue what they had started, but just as he let his guard down and allowed himself to relax in Billy's arms, he suddenly felt himself falling.

A faint cry managed to escape past his lips before his body collided with the surface of the pool as he then began to sink down into its warm depths. Once he pulled himself to the surface, he flashed a glare up at Billy, who was laughing hysterically.

"Just figured you needed to cool down, pretty boy." Billy explained through soft chuckles before diving into the pool and then swimming up next to Steve. He reached around the other's waist, pulling him in as he grinned down at him, his own eyes giving away how eager he was for Steve's touch.

"Now... where were we?"

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lmao in book 5 zacharias smith is trying so hard to be harry's rival but harry barely notices him. like during DA meetings he constantly says snarky and undermining things but harry doesn't usually even bother answering. guess he was too busy making up snappy retorts to draco's comments and thinking about draco's sleek shiny hair and glittering pales grey eyes...

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I keep having to tear down extremely predatory/misleading Scien.tology flyers in my school's art building. This is the third fucking time I've ripped the fuckers up and I'm getting Real Fucking Tired of it.

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Stu Macher & his boyfriend (I love u Billy)

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"I'm giving you a night call to tell you how i feel.

I want to drive you through the night, down the hills." 🌃

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Streamer!HarringroveAU where Steve is the cosy, lo-fi, save space, chill streamer with mostly games like Stardew, Minecraft or other chill indie games and Billy usually plays something like these loud shooters or horror games, in his brash but open and painfully honest dickhead -self.

One day, Steve got coherst to play "Spooky's house of jumpscares", by his viewers because it "looked cute". Billy came across it because he just finished it and suddenly the fanbase overlapers want to see a collab, both think it would be funny so they do it. And it was fun. So did it more.

Thier dynamic? Billy, the flirty loudmouth LEROOYYYY JENKIIIIIINS!!!! and Steve, the level headed, calm enabler who giggles along and flushes easily. And the people are VERY quick to pick up and call the brunette a bottom- as is on twitch. Billy also pick's up on it and starts making jokes about it which only make Steve flustered. And so it goes on, Steve dreamily giggling at Billy's annoyances in the slow paced idle games and Billy flirtatiously flustering Steve whenever he got jumpscared in phasmophobia or something. And of course we can't forget Billy's nicknames, that give Steve the title of bottom in their fandom.

Both their cam backgrounds change at some point, and they seem to have moved in together, shown in their social media. Going outside together and everything. Fans are speculating, writing fanfics, drawing fanart and the whole bunch. And when asked about it, Billy just laughs, while Steve mentions he's only got one pet pieve with them, but won't elaborate what it is. They never confirm but neither denie the dating allegations outright. Until.....

Billy was streaming a round pubg and got really agitated to the point, that when Steve appeared off screen to bring him a sandwich, Billy yelled at him. Steve's face was off screen, the viewers have only seen part of his side and his hand, that flicked his headset off and grabbed his hair to pull his gaze upwards.

"...what was that, William?" And the blonde just instantly calms down, but instead shudders and gasps, then begins to grin bashfully and bites his lip.

"Sorry, I got mad at the game. I didn't mean to yell at you." The brunette pulls a little making the other draw in a sharp breath but giggle slightly... Until he remembers again, that he's live and the chat explodes. Steve just chuckles and lets go, leaving a completely fire red and sputtering, trying to explain himself, Billy to their hungry-for-details audience.

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One thing that Joyce hoped she’d never have to deal with again was a seriously injured teenager and blood dripping into a handkerchief.

The Hargrove’s boy, Billy, had come up on her radar a few times in the short time he’d lived in Hawkins. He had the bravado and swagger expected with being athletic and popular at that age, along with an air of sadness that reminded her of Jonathan.

She’d silently resolved to keep an eye on him and left it at that until she came back home with an unconscious but no longer possessed Will and found him lying flat on his stomach on the floor. Drugged by the look of his neck.

Hopper came over to help drag him onto the couch. Billy, still largely incoherent, mumbled something obscene about the police then passed out again.

He slept in Jonathan’s bed that night while Jonathan slept on the couch. And he disappeared by the next morning.

Billy would come around sometimes after that, particularly on holidays. The cigarette burns she’d notice sometimes on his shoulder was answer enough for the type of father Neil Hargrove was.

A shift happened around Christmas. Billy would still visit but with another person holding his hand. Another boy. Steve Harrington, to be exact.

Joyce saw this as a cautious sign of trust and invited them both in, even if her views on Steve were mixed.

He was actually remarkably polite. Something must have happened but Steve was an incredibly gentle, compassionate young man one on one. Billy seemed ecstatic in his presence and they were just incredibly sweet together, helpful and kind to Will.

Billy would still call Joyce Mrs Byers but sometimes it sounded like mom and she’d have to improvise a coughing fit to mask her tears.

Then things with Neil got worse. Billy started showing up in increasingly concerning condition and one day, stopped showing up altogether.

She’d heard something about a car accident and when Will went to visit the pool, he’d said his neck started tingling.

Worrying about a secret Russian base and Jonathan and Will keeping safe and trying to keep Hop alive had meant she hadn’t been able to talk to Billy. Joyce felt so guilty about that.

Will said he’d been punctured right in the chest. The fact that he’d survived had been a miracle.

Both Steve and Max had been there and were still there when she arrived at the hospital.

Hop was gone. Dead or disappeared, Joyce didn’t know. And that broke her heart.

But she had three sons to look after now.

Billy, who was holding Steve’s hand, murmuring to him before they kissed. Jonathan, who was holding his camera looking shocked and angry. Will, who was holding Joyce’s hand so tight, she was losing circulation.

She wasn’t going to let anything like this happen to them again.

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Oooh you guys.

Imagine if Billy got caught up in fighting monsters with everyone. Fight after fight, gradually evolving, becoming closer and closer to Steve at first just by necessity-you gotta have some trust in the guy watching your back while fighting monsters. The six months of January through June 1985 feel like ten because shit keeps going down. The fight? Pft that was a million years ago- Billy and Lucas have inside jokes by now, if only for that time Billy chopped the head off a demodog with an axe and it flew right at Lucas who caught it neatly in his hands (well, they still laugh about it anyway). Neil’s fucked off-cowed by the collective fury of Billy, Max, Steve and Susan. They never know when the next fight is coming, but everybody has each other’s back. Billy spends a lot of night’s at Steve’s and it’s frustrating, but ever since that time they were stuck in the Upside Down for six days they both feel weird not sleeping near each other. Graduation happens. Billy doesn’t go anywhere. Lazy days in Steve’s pool, working part-time, taking Max and the rest of the nerds to the movies. 

Things start to occur to Steve. Billy has always talked about leaving and he doesn’t, which is good because the thought is terrifying to Steve on a level that shocks him. Billy’s never dated anyone, not really. Steve’s gone out with a couple girls since Nancy and it never seemed right-something was missing, something like fire. It occurs to Steve that Billy feels like a limb at this point- if he did leave, Steve’s pretty sure he’d bleed to death somehow, even if nobody could see it happening.

Billy comes to stay over one night- he practically lives at Steve’s house. They swim, they shoot the shit and have beers. Billy does the goddamn dishes (Mrs. Harrington only complains about Billy if the kitchen isn’t immaculate). Upstairs they watch shitty TV and smoke and Billy takes his side of the bed which is the side of the window looking out on the pool because Steve always sleeps better if he takes that side. They lay on their backs in their boxers and Steve thinks there’s no way he can ever be with anyone else, not now, because he has to have Billy there, doesn’t he? Billy has to be there always.

Steve finally says, “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you… Are you in love with me?” Steve says in the quiet.

Billy’s smoking. He doesn’t look startled. Smoke spirals over his head as he stares at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he says simply. “But don’t sweat it.” He sits up and puts out his cigarette and turns around to see Steve sitting up looking at him like he’s just found all the answers. And Billy had given up on the idea of ever being with Steve -it was enough to have him near, to be so close to somebody when he never thought he was capable of it or even wanted it.

“No,” Steve says softly. And Billy thinks well that’s that. “I think I will sweat it.” And kisses him, and Billy knows he’s been home for a long time.