#guin writes harringrove

[dragonflylady77]

Steve's Pick

Billy/Steve | Teen | 1.5k

No Upside Down, First Kiss, Flirty Banter

Square: A2 - Love At First Sight for @billyhargrovebingo

Summary:

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

Steve was barely paying attention to whatever Henderson was saying anymore and only barely remembered to warn the kid with a distracted, “Sorry, customer, gotta go,” before he clumsily put the receiver down, his eyes still on the hot stranger. 

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***

“So you’ll do it?”

Steve sighed, wishing his shift would end already so he could go home and crash, instead of listening to whatever issue Dustin had had with Mike fucking Wheeler. Again. He looked at the clock. Half an hour to go. Wednesday afternoon shifts usually dragged but this one had to be the worst one ever.

“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Dustin, fine, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, never happier that the shop was currently deserted. He guessed that everyone was at the movies, catching the new releases. Lucky them.

“Steeeeeeeve!”

Henderson’s whiny voice pulled him back into the present.

“Oh my god, what? I’m at work, you know that right?”

“I am aware. But I also know there is no one there. It’s Wednesday, Steve. So will you tell Mike you agree we should let Max in the Party?”

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

Steve was barely paying attention to whatever Henderson was saying anymore and only barely remembered to warn the kid with a distracted, “Sorry, customer, gotta go,” before he clumsily put the receiver down, his eyes still on the hot stranger. 

He looked like he was around Steve’s age and was wearing the familiar Hawkins Community Pool fire engine red shorts, matched with a black button down with weird flowers that vaguely looked like figs on it. But he’d only buttoned the bottom two buttons and Steve was absolutely failing in his effort to tear his eyes away from the guy’s golden chest.

Steve was so glad it was Robin’s day off and that Keith hadn’t bothered to come in today. He wouldn’t have been able to deal with either of their ridiculing remarks at the amount of unabashed staring he was doing right now.

The most perfect chest Steve had ever seen stopped on the other side of the counter and Steve lifted his eyes to take in the face of an angel. Blue eyes like the ocean he’d only seen on TV, a dusting of freckles over his nose, curls of the lightest brown, almost blond, and a mouth made for kissing. 

Fuck.

“Hey there,” the beautiful stranger said. Goddamn if his voice wasn’t just husky enough to make Steve’s dick stir in his pants from that one word.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video, I’m Steve. What can I do to you, um, I mean, for you?”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up and half expected to get punched for his slip up but the stranger laughed instead—the most enchanting laugh ever heard in Hawkins, Indiana, for sure. Then the man smiled and Steve worried he might just jizz in his pants from it.

“Well, hi, Steve. I’m Billy. I just moved here from California with my sister and her mom and I—”

“Oh god, why?” Steve couldn’t fathom swapping sunny California for Bumfuck, Indiana.

Billy laughed again and Steve fell in love. “Long story… could tell you over a beer sometime when you’re free.”

“I’m free every night,” Steve replied before he could stop the words from escaping his mouth.

Billy grinned and leaned forward on the counter, crossing his arms and making his biceps bulge a bit. Steve wanted to sink his teeth into them.

“Is that so, pretty boy?”

“Uh huh, it gets awful lonely too, just me in that big house, day after day, night after night. I mean, my parents didn’t even bother showing up when I graduated high school last year so yanno, who can say when they’ll come back and thank god they’re happy to keep paying the bills because there’s no way I could afford the bills…” Steve was aware he was word-vomiting but couldn't make himself stop as Billy looked at him with an increasingly amused smile. “And then I’d have to move and like, live under a bridge or something, because there’s no way I’d even be able to afford a tiny trailer at Forest Hills with what Keith pays here and oh my god, I need to shut up, I’m sorry.”

Steve stopped rambling and hid his face in his folded arms, banging his head onto the counter in the process. He’d for sure hear the bell now, as Billy ran away as fast as his feet could carry him… 

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Aw, babe, don’t say that, you’re not stupid,” Billy said, his fingers gently tangling into Steve’s hair. “Come on now.”

Steve froze. He’d said that out loud? Shit. And Billy was still there? 

Billy’s hands dropped from his hair as Steve slowly lifted his head to find Billy was now leaning halfway over the counter, his gorgeous face a few inches away. Steve watched, entranced, as Billy swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. He wanted to kiss that boy on the mouth if it was the last thing he did.

“Am I dreaming right now? Did I make you up with my mind? Is that why you’re so perfect?”

“Aw Stevie, I’m flattered but I’m far from perfect, just ask my sister.” “Okay, I will.” Steve paused. “Who’s your sister? What’s her name?\”

Billy grinned. “Max. Small, red head, bit of a bitch.”

“About fifteen, rides a skateboard?” Steve was pretty sure he knew who the girl was, a recent tentative addiction to the Party, much to Mike’s vocal dismay

“You do know her. I don’t know if I should be impressed or creeped out.”

Steve let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Billy, it’s a small town and I work at the only video store.”

“Duly noted. Anyway, Heather at the pool said you were the guy to talk to about where to go for a good time.”

“Heather Holloway? Oh boy. She was definitely pulling your leg.”

“Truly?”

“Yes. Billy, I’m sorry, I have no clue what the cool kids are up to these days.” 

Dammit, now Billy would leave and Steve would never know what it was like to bask in the attention of a god.

“That’s okay,” Billy said, his grin getting wider.

What?

“It is? But a second ago you said—”

“Steve?” Billy asked, moving slightly forward, narrowing the gap between them.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Steve replied, leaning towards Billy, mesmerised by how his blue eyes now looked nearly black. He smelled so good up close, Steve wanted to wrap himself around him and never let go.

“What time do you get off?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On you.” Steve couldn’t believe he’d just said that but he wasn’t taking it back. What was that saying his dad kept throwing at him? Fortune favours the bold? Well, Steve was being bold as fuck right now, because he didn’t want the golden stranger—Billy— to leave. He’d seen the light and he wanted to follow Billy, wherever that led.

Billy chuckled. “Smooth.”

Steve shrugged. “They didn’t call me King Steve in high school for nothing.” “I heard they called you that for another reason,” Billy replied with a knowing smirk.

“Ah, that.” Steve felt his cheeks heat up. 

“Yes, that. Any truth in that rumour?” Billy asked, his face now a couple of inches away from Steve’s.

“Would you like to find out?” Steve’s eyes dropped to Billy’s mouth then back to his eyes. He grinned.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On you.”

Steve decided he didn’t want to wait any longer to find out what kissing Billy tasted like. He didn’t even look at the clock, Keith would just have to deal. Wednesday nights were dead anyway. “You know, I think my shift just ended.”

“Brilliant,” Billy whispered, his hands cupping Steve’s elbows now. “Isn’t it just?” Steve whispered back, leaning closer.

“Can I kiss you?” Billy asked, his mouth now so close that Steve could feel Billy’s breath on his lips.

“Yes.”

The word was barely out that Billy’s mouth was on his, his tongue eagerly licking into Steve’s mouth. They moved sideways to the end of the counter a foot away, still kissing, then the second they could, their hands were all over the other. Steve buried his fingers in Billy’s golden curls while Billy’s hands went lower, sliding down sides, before grabbing handfuls of his ass and pulling him closer.

Steve moaned out loud when he felt Billy’s dick pressing against his and he wished they were in his bedroom instead of his place of employment.

“Oh my god, Billy! Gross! I leave you alone for two seconds and you’re already sucking face with the first guy you find?”

Billy ended the kiss and moved his hands to Steve’s waist before turning to face his sister. The look on Max’s face went from grossed out to surprised.

“Steve?”

“Hi Max.” Steve waved at her, feeling rather embarrassed at having been caught like that.

“Shitbird, apologise to my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfr—” Max rolled her eyes and stomped her foot. “You’re unbelievable. I bet you didn’t even get the movie Mum wanted.”

[fizzigigsimmer]

This is dedicated to @dragonflylady77 who is amazing always encourages me to write more in this verse and who has been having a rough week. Inspired by this post by @ariesbilly

Billy is going to have to ask out the hot neighbor who runs past his window every morning in the hospital.

In his defense he doesn’t plan for it to go down like that initially. He actually has a really good idea on how he’s going to get The Runner (what he’s going with absent of a name) off the sidewalk and into his bed. Symbolically speaking, because Billy has had too much sixty-nine in dirty club bathrooms to be a princess about whether there’s an actual bed in their future or not. 

Which is kinda how Billy arrives at his idea in the first place - the sixty nine bit. Billy’s flexible as shit, and believes in the sanctity of total body workouts. Because he’s not trying to look like an asshole. It’s about engaging muscles in equal proportions so you don’t end up looking like fucking Donkey Kong.

Anyway, Billy can do a handstand with the best of them. He can do a handstand while doing pushups. He can do a handstand one handed while doing pushups. He can do a handstand one handed while doing pushups and holding a barbell. It’s impressive shit, and it has gotten him more than a few coded glances at the gym.

The goal here is to get a piece of that ass - or better yet, let that third arm The Runner’s tight little shorts do absolute wonders with, get a piece of him - but Billy’s classy with it. He figures he’ll treat The Runner to a little show before the main event.

There is a bottle of fresh orange juice and a carton of eggs in his fridge that says he knows how to show a guy he’s more than just a hit and dip. Billy even showers before he goes outside to begin his workout, considerate of the fact that sweat & musk isn’t everyone’s favorite combination. He does up his hair, forgoes a shirt, and puts on his sluttiest pair of sweats - the ones that make his ass pop - gathers up his shit and heads out into the front yard at just after seven A.M. His runner doesn’t usually come by until around half past, but Billy doesn’t want to chance missing him.  

Billy sets his towel and his barbells off to the side, facing the sidewalk, so that he’s got a reason to ask the runner to stop and he can see the runner coming without looking too obvious about it. He does some stretches to get limber, along with a set of jumping jacks to get his heart pumping and work up a bit of a sweat. 

A group of pre-teen girls wearing backpacks decide that right outside his house is where they need to stop and decide if one of them still has a crush on someone called Pineapple. Billy has no idea why they feel the need to speak in code like he gives a shit about their middle school drama, but they’re taking up the whole damn sidewalk with it. So Billy chucks a clod of dirt at their feet and smirks as they all jump and scream like a snake tried to bite their heels. 

The bravest of the group demands to know why he threw dirt at them to which Billy just snaps, “No loitering!”

Pouty and reluctant, the group starts to move on. Just in time too, because Billy spots The Runner turning the corner at just that moment. With a thrill of anticipation Billy times it in his head to give a good show and then baits the hook. He turns and bends down onto his hands, ass out, and then lifts his feet into the air. He peeks over his shoulder to make sure the runner is watching - oh hell yeah, he’s watching Billy with this sort of dumbstruck expression, lips parted and doe eyed - and then does a few standing crunches just to sweeten the pot.

All that’s left is to seal the deal.

“Hey can you -” Billy starts to ask if the guy can hand him one of the barbells on top of his towel but a girlish scream interrupts him. It’s not like the dirt clod scream where it was just a bunch of girls being dramatic, it’s different. The bad sort of scream that means someone has really gotten hurt or is about to. Billy falls back onto his feet as quickly as he can, instincts on high alert just as the sound of a crash follows the scream.

He sees the runner splayed out on his back halfway through the ratty old fence in the neighbors yard. The group of girls are surrounding a girl on the ground, who is clutching her leg but staring on in horror at where the runner has fallen. 

“Jesus Christ! What the hell happened?” Billy demands to know as he runs over.

“I was tying my shoe! He just tripped right over me.” The girl on the ground wails. Her friends back her up presumably. In any case they do a lot of talking at once that Billy doesn’t really listen to once he’s got the gist of it - girl bruised but okay, his plans for the morning possibly broken or dead.

Thankfully one of the girls has some sense, and a flip phone because she gets on it and starts to dial 911.  Billy doesn’t think the guy is dead judging by the way he’s groaning as he tries to lift himself, but the blood streaming down one side of his face does make him think he may have broken him a little bit.

“Hey, hey, don’t move.” Billy warns him, crouching at his side. He puts hands on him because the guy is wearing a glassy eyed expression that doesn’t give Billy great confidence that he can hear anything but the birds circling around his head. 

“You’re bleeding from your head. Are you hurt anywhere else?” Billy asks. A glance over the guys really trim and scantily clothed body would imply that other than a few scratches on his arms and legs the biggest problem is the bump on the head, but it doesn’t hurt to be sure.

“I’m a grown man dad I can smoke pot if I wanna.” The Runner slurs, turning his head in Billy’s direction. He blinks owlishly at him as if he’s just noticed him for the first time. “Oh hi. You’re really pretty.”

Billy smirks.

“Pretty enough for you to trip over your own ass?”

Brown eyes blink back at him in glazed confusion, the runner’s brow furrowing with deep consternation.

“No. No… it wasn’t my ass, it was…” 

He tries to turn and point like a drunken child and Billy stops him before he can hurt himself further, cause he’s obviously concussed as shit.  

He’s also stupidly cute. So while Billy wasn’t really planning for this whole thing to end in a hospital bed, and to spend his morning playing bedside vigil he’s not too mad at it either.  It’s not every day someone literally falls for you.

[suometar]

Questions for fanfic Authors

Tagged by @dragonflylady77 and @shieldofiron 💜 (technically Guin tagged me on my sb but I'll post this here)

How many works do you have on AO3? 51

What's your total AO3 word count? 432,744 (wow)

What fandoms do you write for? Stranger things for now. I've also written for Preacher (the AMC show) and Witcher

Do you respond to comments? Yes, always if the comment is nice. Negative comments and stuff that points out mistakes gets deleted.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of. I once found a fic that was very close to mine though, but different enough not to be based on mine.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'm currently writing two fics with Aggressiveviking. The Family Values Program has already a few chapters out :)

What's your all-time favourite ship? Without a doubt it's Harringrove, even though Cassidy & Eccarius is close number two

What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty decent in writing long and detailed descriptions for scenes when I get to it. And smut.

What are your writing weaknesses? Coming up with everything that happens in between major plot points A and C.

First fandom you wrote for? It was RPF but not going to say who.

No pressure tags @disdaidal @medusapelagia @spaceofentropy @black-isthecolour @weird-an and everyone who sees this and wants to do this 💜

[harringrovezine]

Contributor Bio: Guin

Our Kings of Nowhere Writer: @dragonflylady77

Why they love harringrove: "Everything. I tripped into Harringrove in July 2022 and haven't looked back. Never has a pairing inspired me so much (and it's my first MM ship). I have thought of little else since I found them. Every song is a Harringrove song. Every plot can be made into a Harringrove plot. I love how strongly they love each other in the face of adversity, how much they care. How much they inspire me to write. And all the friends they've brought me to."

[spaceofentropy]

20 questions for fic writers (and artists)

I was tagged by @dragonflylady77 and, why not? Why not procrastinate a bit? :P

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

14.

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

253,035 as of right the fuck now. Holy moly that's a lot.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for Why R U? and now for Stranger Things.

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of soulmates and colors (a chonky metalsandwich soulmates AU)

What happens in Vegas... (a WhyRU? canon divergence with Tor waking up in Vegas, married to his ex)

I just came to say... (modern era Harringrove meet cute)

Amok (modern era Harringrove thing about Billy meeting his mom by chance and being conflicted as fuck)

Like a curse (the WhyRU? heist AU nobody had asked for but they still had to face)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try. Sometimes I'm slow as fuck and sometimes I'm perched on my inbox like a starving hawk, but I always try.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably What doesn't kill you makes you a monster, which is an angst fest built around body horror and body mutation which ends with Steve having basically no hope about the future. But then, months after, I went and wrote a follow up fic where Steve gets to find another monster and fall in love with him and have a HEA, so I guess it only half-counts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh... I honestly don't know. I mean, I mostly write fics with a good ending or at worst a hopeful ending (like Come Close) and I honestly don't think I can't rank which of my HEA fics is the happiest, so, all the happy ones? I guess?

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

So far, never.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep, I do, even if it's hard as hell and I always feel like it sucks. As for what kind... uh... I don't know how to answer... The smutty kind? Sometimes it's soft. and sometimes it's hurried, and sometimes it's filthy monsterfucking because monsters, too, deserve to get laid.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

My heist AU is a crossover between one show, a different show, and an AU of the first show. Two actors from the first show play minor parts in the second show. It's a wild, wild thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Harringrove.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably that one Gallavich thing I wrote 90k words of because I had to put it out of my head and is close to the end but when I look at it makes me feel eh because Ian's part of the plot feels to passive and NOPE!, that's so fucking wrong, vade retro Satana!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plotting and dialogue. And wild ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Smut.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

To quote Guin, "get it checked by a person who speaks that language before you post". Preferably a native speaker who can tell you if it sounds like your easy going teenager was possessed by the ghost of a stuffy academic from the 1820s. Also, it's a hard balance to make it not too distracting, to make sure it doesn't kill the pace of the story, so good luck in your endeavours, fellow writers!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Honestly no idea.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all, they are my self-indulgent nuggets of entertainment and I won't pit them one against the other trying to choose a favorite. I reject this question. U_U

I should tag people, theoretically, but honestly I don't have the brain power for it tonight. If you read this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged. Have fun! :3

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Hi bambi!

I'm working on my harringrove big bang fic and my billy hargrove bingo card and i also need to write an original story for a romance antho.

Doing some editing, prob not enough to cover the bills next month, but oh well.

Also pondering serious life decisions.

Oh and I'm reading a 154k a/b/o harringrove fic i found.

You're amazing and i love you

that’s amazing, guin!!! 🥹🥹

i’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself 🥰

you’re amazing and i love you too!!

i’m hosting a tea party!! come stop by and speak your mind!!

[dragonflylady77]

Pizza my heart

ch1 - alphabet buddies

Billy/Steve | Mature | 413 words

Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Billy Hargrove is a Little Shit

Square: A1 - Hate Sex for @billyhargrovebingo

Present for @shieldofiron (because she's amazing and the title was her idea)

Summary:

Steve still can’t fucking believe he’s willingly standing in Hargrove’s dorm room. Somehow, because they’re alphabet buddies, Professor Byers decided it was a good idea to pair them up for an assignment. Hargrove has a brain for English Lit apparently, while Steve is close to failing the class, so yeah.

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***

Steve still can’t fucking believe he’s willingly standing in Hargrove’s dorm room. Somehow, because they’re alphabet buddies, Professor Byers decided it was a good idea to pair them up for an assignment. Hargrove has a brain for English Lit apparently, while Steve is close to failing the class, so yeah.

Ugh.

And, yes, fine, Hargrove is put together like a Greek God, with blue eyes and bouncy curls, the tightest ass ever seen on a man, and a chiseled chest the asshole likes to show off by keeping his shirts undone to his belly button… Steve’s not blind, okay? But Hargrove’s also as obnoxious as he’s hot and he’s got it in for Steve—constantly berating him for his low grades and stupid answers in class. Steve can’t fucking stand him.

“You brought your book?” the dickhead asks him as soon as he steps into the room.

“Of course, I brought the book,” Steve replies, closing the door before getting his copy of The Portrait of Dorian Gray out of his bag, along with a notebook and a pen.

Steve settles at the desk while Hargrove reclines on the bed with his back to the wall, and they get to work. Steve is doing his best to remember the plot and tries really hard to give ideas for the essay, but writing really isn’t his strong point, even less so than reading.

He internally curses his brain and Robin for tricking him into taking this class. Even with Hargrove’s reluctant help, he has no chance to pass, especially when he keeps getting distracted by the douchebag’s posters, mostly metal bands he’s never heard of.

About an hour in, Steve remembers something.

“Oh I know this, he falls in love with an actress. Told you I read the book.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great. Tell you what though, Dorian Gray has a bit more interesting tastes in partners in Penny Dreadful. That Ethan Chandler... Damn.”

Steve tries to process this new information, blurting out, “You're gay?” and immediately regretting it when Hargrove’s face turns to stone and he glares at Steve.

“I don't like labels, Steven.” Hargrove snaps his book shut before and stands up from the bed. “You know what, I think that’s enough for one day. You should go.”

Taken aback, Steve goes with it and packs his stuff. It’s fine; he’s got work later anyway. “I’ll see you later, I guess. I’m sorry, didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Whatever, Harrington. See ya.”

[dragonflylady77]

Nobody puts Billy in a corner

Ch1 - All he has to offer is a banged-up Camaro and a lot of trauma

Billy & Steve | Teen & Up | 567 words

Dirty Dancing Au, No Upside Down, TW Neil Hargrove

Square: C2 - Dirty Dancing AU for @billyhargrovebingo

Summary:

The Hargrove-Mayfield family is spending the summer at Harrington's Family Resort.

Billy is counting the days until he's free from his father's claws and he meets a dance instructor he just can't stay away from.

Not even when Neil Finds out.

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Billy gritted his teeth. His evening was getting steadily worse. As if spending a month in this stupid vacation resort in the middle of Bumfuck, Indiana, with his asshole of a father, his new wife and her golden child wasn’t enough already…

Now he had to contend with his old man finding out he’d been kinda seeing one of the dance instructors. Because the walls were so thin in the cabin, he’d managed to avoid the full-on beating he could see floating in his father’s beady eyes but the vile words still rang in his ears.

He moved in his chair, lessening the pressure on the side with the bruise and took a sip of the water he’d been allowed to have. No fancy mocktails for the undeserving brat… Max kept glancing at him every time she sucked on the straw of her colourful whatever-the-fuck-it-was-called, guilt plain on her face. Billy didn’t have the energy to tell her it wasn’t her fault his father hated him. She was sitting on the end of the table while he was stuck in the corner between Father Dearest and meek Susan who always did her damnedest to look away.

He was only vaguely aware of the festivities happening that night, though he knew Max had some part in it. She was wearing a glittery dress her mother had forced her to wear, much to Billy’s secret delight. He knew how much Max hated wearing dresses.

“Good evening campers! I’m Deliah Harrington and I trust you are all having a good time with us this summer at Harrington’s.”

Billy looked up to see a woman who looked somewhat familiar standing in the middle of the stage. She had brown hair and big brown eyes and she was holding a microphone. Billy noticed that Max was now also on the stage along with a bunch of the staff. She was standing on the far end, looking less than enthused.

They started singing, mostly off-key, and Billy did his utmost to keep a straight face, he didn’t want another snide remark from his father or another sneaky punch… He took his time looking at all the faces, but Steve and his crew were nowhere to be seen. Billy wasn’t sure whether it was their choice or management’s decision.

He hadn’t seen Steve since the night before when his father had wrenched the door open and dragged him out after delivering some choice words to Steve. The dance instructor had been shaking with anger but had managed to not punch Neil Hargrove, and Billy was in awe of the man he had been calling his boyfriend in the safety of his own mind.

He didn’t delude himself that they had a future outside of Harrington’s and the summer. All he had to offer was a banged-up Camaro and a lot of trauma.

Unbeknownst to Neil, Billy had secured a scholarship to UC San Diego. He’d lied to Neil about which school he’d been accepted at to throw him off the scent, and brokered a deal that he was allowed to go as long as he spent the summer with Neil, Susan and Max on their family holiday.

Billy had been counting the days since his birthday, knowing that turning eighteen would never be reason enough for Neil to let him go. God forbid anyone found out the Hargrove-Mayfields were less than a perfect family.

[dragonflylady77]

Guin's Billy Hargrove Bingo Masterpost

A1 Hate Sex; Harringrove; Pizza my heart

A2 Love At First Sight; Harringrove; Steve's Pick

A3 The Party Approves; Harringrove; Snowball fight at the old junkyard Ch2 - you owe me $20

B3 Snowball Fight; Harringrove; Snowball fight at the old junkyard Ch1 - Snow gear is not color-coded for Billy Hargrove

C2 Dirty Dancing AU; Harringrove; Nobody puts Billy in a corner

Made for @billyhargrovebingo

Massive health issues put me behind and i didn't get to finish my card. I still have plot ideas for the Tarzan AU and the Phone Sex square so I'll be writing those sometime.

Really enjoyed this, it was my first fandom event. I'm glad I joined.

[dragonflylady77]

Snowball fight at the junkyard

ch2 - You owe me $20

Billy & Steve | Teen & Up | 1003 words 2400 words all up

Billy Hargrove is soft for Steve Harrington, Billy and Max are good siblings

Square: A3 - The Party approves for @billyhargrovebingo

Summary:

Steve knows he should let go of Billy’s hands but he can’t. There’s this force inside him that keeps pulling him closer and closer to Billy and he’s tired of fighting it.

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(chapter 1)

***

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. Just needed a minute.”

Steve knows he should let go of Billy’s hands but he can’t. There’s this force inside him that keeps pulling him closer and closer to Billy and he’s tired of fighting it.

If he’s honest with himself, it started on the first day he saw Billy on the carpark at school, then things got messy between Nancy dumping him and that fight with Billy at Will’s house. Billy keeping his distances after that made Steve how much he’d been relying on the other teen’s attention. Now they’re on speaking terms, almost friends, really, unless Steve does something stupid. Like kiss the guy. Because he wants to. God, he wants to.

Billy’s eyes match the blue of the sky today, and Steve can’t help the way he stares when Billy’s tongue swipes his lower lip.

Steve isn’t even aware he took a step and let go of Billy’s hands until he’s standing so impossibly close his hands are on Billy’s hips and he can feel Billy’s breath on his cheek.

“Harr—”

Steve bridges the gap and presses his lips to Billy’s mouth, before the enormity of what he’s doing hits him like a ton of bricks and he pulls back, his hands letting go like he got burnt, his eyes looking anywhere but at the boy he just kissed.

“Oh fuck.” Steve touches his lips and Billy mirrors his gesture. His face is bright pink and his eyes are wide in shock. Steve can’t believe he actually did it. He kissed Billy Hargrove.

When Billy still doesn’t move, Steve starts to freak out.

“Please, don’t punch me.” The whispered words are out of his mouth before he can stop them and he watches Billy recoil against the minivan.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, knowing how it sounds and hating himself for the way it makes Billy’s demeanor instantly change.

“D-Don’t worry about it, pretty boy. I know how irresistible I am.” The words are the usual cocky statement but Steve can hear how Billy’s voice wobbles slightly at the start.

He moves closer again, one gloved hand coming up to cup Billy’s face. “I’m sorry about what I said, not about what I did.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“In that case…” Billy moves off the minivan, one arm banding around Steve’s waist while his other hand slides into Steve’s hair, fingers gripping tightly as Billy pulls Steve to him, bodies and mouths slotting perfectly against each other.

Steve feels the tip of Billy’s tongue along the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth to let the other boy in, his soft moan getting swallowed. Steve has kissed, and been kissed, before but this is different. Better. Billy kisses him with his whole body, holding him close, plundering Steve’s mouth with that tongue of his, making Steve wish they were in his bedroom instead of a snowy old junkyard with a bunch of kids.

They break the kiss when they’re both out of breath, freezing when they hear a twig snap a moment later. They immediately duck below the minivan’s windows, feeling way too exposed. Their hands find each other, their fingers entwined as they listen for more noise, then they start moving towards the front of the van so they can have a look at the lay of the land.

Steve spots El hiding behind a green sedan missing two doors and Billy quietly gets his attention to point to Will not doing a very good job at staying hidden next to a mustard-colored wreck further along on their right.

They hear another twig snap and decide to make a run for it before their position is untenable. It could be Max fucking around with them but it’s more likely to be Lucas or Dustin, both of which Steve knows for a fact take snowball fights very seriously.

“You go first, I’ll cover you,” Steve whispers to Billy who nods before he takes off at full speed towards El. Steve watches him throw a snowball at Will, hitting his target, before he dives into the green sedan, startling El.

Steve hazards a glance behind him as he starts running away from the minivan, noticing a flash of color behind a tree a few feet away and he ducks behind a mound of compact snow a second before a couple of balls hit it.

He’s busy making snowballs as fast as he can, crouching low, glancing up every so often to see Dustin and Lucas advancing on him.

“Fuck.”

He hears a solid twack then Max’s laugh so he figures she hit Lucas. He looks up and throws a couple of balls towards Dustin who manages to avoid them only to get hit from the side by Max who runs to El.

“Where the fuck are you, Wheeler?” Steve mutters under his breath. He stands up to look beyond the pile of snow and spots Mike the moment the gangly teenager sees him. Mike is holding two balls and Steve has none left.

Mike takes aim. Steve hears “Pretty boy, duck!” a second before Billy tackles him into the snow, Mike’s snowball hitting the spot he was standing in front of a second ago.

“Oh come on!” Mike groans when El hits him with her own, her happy laugh ringing loudly in the clearing.

“You okay?” Billy asks, his arms still around Steve, his strong body pressed against Steve.

Steve nods. The chatter of the teenagers becomes background noise when Billy looks at him and Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s shoulders.

“Thanks for saving me, Billy,” he whispers.

“Anything for you, pretty boy,” Billy replies, giving him a quick peck.

Steve goes after him but someone clearing their throat stops him. He looks up to find the six teenagers standing in a circle around them.

Dustin is looking shocked. Lucas looks like he’s trying not to laugh and Max is smirking.

She holds a hand out to Mike.

“Told you. You owe me $20, Whiny Wheeler.”

[dragonflylady77]

Snowball fight at the old junkyard

Ch1 - Snow gear is not color-coded for Billy Hargrove

Billy & Steve | Teen & Up | 1397 words

Billy Hargrove is soft for Steve Harrington, Billy and Max are good siblings

Square: B3 - Snowball fight for @billyhargrovebingo

Summary:

“Come ooooon. It snowed again! ! Today is gonna be so much fun.” “Leave me the fuck alone, Max. It’s too fucking cold.” “Steve is gonna be there…” Billy hates that Max knows that will work, hates that he is weak when it comes to Harrington but he doesn’t hate that Max knows.

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“Come on, Billy! Get up!”

Billy groans and burrows further under his blanket. He’s fully dressed in bed, wearing his warmest jumper and he’s still cold because Neil refuses to spend money on anything warmer, Billy can just toughen up apparently.

Max won’t relent. “Come ooooon. It snowed again! ! Today is gonna be so much fun.”

“Leave me the fuck alone, Max. It’s too fucking cold.”

“Steve is gonna be there…”

Billy hates that Max knows that will work, hates that he is weak when it comes to Harrington but he doesn’t hate that Max knows. It’s been good, rebuilding something with Max. After last November at the Byers, he stayed away, kept his distance like he’d been ordered, took Max to school and brought her home before curfew and stayed in his lane. Then, after Christmas, he’d noticed she was trying to be friends again. He’d let her, because he was lonely as fuck and he had no one in this godforsaken town. Max was family, as fucked up as theirs was, and being close again like they were in Cali felt right.

He groans again because fuck it’s cold, and sits up, still wrapped in his blanket. He has a warmer one in the Camaro but he doesn’t want Neil to find it because the asshole will take it and then Billy will surely freeze to death next time dear old Dad kicks him out of the house.

Max is still babbling about the day, her excitement palpable. Billy is glad Neil took Susan to Indianapolis for the weekend.

“I’m up, I’m up. Can you quit your yappin’, I got a headache.”

“Steve is bringing a jacket for you so you don’t freeze to death.”

“What?” Billy stares. No way Max said what he thinks she said.

“Don’t worry, I told him we come from Cali and we don’t have snow stuff. He rolled his eyes and everything. He’s bringing me one as well. He’s got, like, twenty winter jackets at his house, and he also said he’s bringing snow boots. I’m so excited!”

“Oh my fucking god, Maxine.” Billy was dying for a smoke but reaching for his packet of cigarettes meant taking his arm out of the blanket and he wasn’t ready for that.

“I made you coffee and I got you Steve, you can’t be mad at me.” Max smiles tentatively at him, still looking a bit unsure.

“Try me,” Billy says, but there is no bite in his tone. They hear a car stop outside and stare at each other for a moment.

“Your boyfriend’s here…” Max sing-songs as she steps away from Billy’s doorway to go answer the door.

“I’m gonna kill you, Max!”

“Whatever!” she calls from the front of the house.

Shaking his head, he gets off his bed and makes his way to the kitchen, keeping an ear out for voices. The rest of the house is warmer than his bedroom as usual.

The footsteps are getting close and Billy turns around from pouring his coffee to take in Max and their visitor.

Billy is glad he wasn’t sipping his coffee because he would have choked on it.

Harrington is wearing a dark purple parka and stiff looking black pants. His hair is standing up, like he’s been running his hands through it a lot, and Billy can see snowflakes stuck in his hair and on his eyelashes.

He looks good enough to eat and Billy is starving.

“Hey Billy, you about ready to go?” Harrington asks and Billy can’t help return his smile. He is quick to hide it behind his cup.

“Yeah, just need to power up first,” he replies, taking a sip of his coffee, only for it to go down the wrong way when Max walks in with her arms full of colorful garments and dumps them on the table.

Harrington rushes over in a flash, prying Billy’s cup out of his hand and setting it on the counter before rubbing Billy’s back while he coughs and tries to get his breath back. Max just stares and Billy is sure there’s a smirk on her face but he’s too busy trying not to die to pay close attention.

Once the crisis is over, Billy walks over to Max to look at what she brought in and turns to Harrington. The look on his face must be enough because Harrington puts both hands up and laughs.

“I’m sorry, man, I am not in charge of fashion design. I bought what I thought would fit from what I found at home.”

“Thank you, Steve,” Max says when Billy is still glaring at the vivid colors. “We are very grateful. I, for one, would rather not freeze to death.”

With a long sigh, Billy follows suit and looks through the stuff Harrington brought over and picks the darkest jacket he can find, it’s emerald green with a black trim. The only pair of pants that fits him is turquoise and he draws the line there. If he dies, so be it.

Once the siblings are all set, they follow Harrington to the front porch where he left the snow boots. At least there the colors are more muted and Billy doesn’t have to compromise.

They agree to meet at the old junkyard and Harrington leaves to pick up Henderson, Wheeler and Baby Byers while Billy and Max go get El and Sinclair.

Billy is still dying for a smoke but Max made him promise to not smoke in the car when the windows are up and it’s too cold to have them down. He can still feel the warmth of Harrington’s hand on his back.

Soon they’re all getting out of their respective cars and trying to decide on teams. The kids keep arguing about who should be on whose team and Billy tunes them out, he is pretty sure they don’t want him here anyway. He has made his peace with Sinclair and they’re on friendlier terms than the other boys probably know, but that doesn’t mean Billy is welcome to group events like these.

Billy leans against the Camaro, and gets his packet of Marlboro Reds from the pocket of his parka. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, a small moan of pleasure escaping his throat when he feels the nicotine hit he’s been craving and feels eyes on him. He looks up and Harrington is staring right at him.

Billy takes another drag, his chest warming up when the big brown eyes drop to his mouth before flicking away. He knows better than to think it means anything.

“Right!” Harrington says loudly, cutting through the chatter. “You four,” he makes a circle encompassing the four teenage boys, “against me, Billy, and the girls.”

The boys immediately start complaining, while Max and El make their way to Billy and start discussing strategy. When Harrington joins them a minute later, the boys are nowhere to be seen. Billy shakes his head.

“Oh, Harrington, I don’t think that was a good idea, there is no way this team of misfits can beat four teenagers boys born and bred in the snow.”

“Steve is a teenage boy born and bred in the snow,” Max pipes up, El nodding her agreement and Billy chuckles.

“Unless one of you came over earlier and prepared a stack of snowballs, I don’t see how we’re gonna win this thing.”

“It’s about having fun, Billy,” Steve says, leaning on the car next to him and bumping shoulders with him. Steve leans closer until Billy can fell his hot breath against his ear. “Besides I know where the boys hid the stash they made yesterday after school.”

“Oooh, Harrington, devious. I like it.”

They split in two groups, the girls going one way while Billy follows Harrington around the edges of the junkyard. They hide behind a minivan and Harrington shows Billy how to make the optimum snowball. He puts his gloved hands around Billy’s to show him how to pack the snowball until it’s compact enough.

Billy leans against the minivan and closes his eyes to focus on his breathing before he does something stupid. Like kiss the guy.

“Billy?” Harrington whispers, his voice tinged with concern. “Hargrove. You okay?” He squeezes Billy’s hands again.

Billy slowly opens his eyes, only then realizing how close Harrington’s face is to his.

chapter 2

[dragonflylady77]

Working on my fic for @harringrove-relay-race and oh boy

Coffee shop AU x college AU x only one bed + basketball

I hope I can deliver...

[dragonflylady77]

FRIENDS!!

I WROTE A MM ENEMIES TO LOVERS - BEST FRIEND'S SIBLING - BI AWAKENING THING AND IT'S IN AN ACTUAL BOOK YOU CAN GET ON THE ZON!

Bi The Way, by Guinevere Jordan.

[dragonflylady77]

WIP TITLE GAME

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged for this one by a bunch of people, I'm pretty sure, but most recently by @destroya2005

I will not tag as many people as i have WIPs because I have waaaay too many.

Harringrove:

the stolen merprince

it started with a kiss

wrong brother, right kiss

strippers for saf

clo's prompt

mutuals

fic ideas

you got it (long)

boarder

soulmates AU crack

why fight a guy (when you can kiss him instead)

not quite write (trans steve)

grease 2 AU

steve at the gay club

hate sex

dirty dancing AU

phone sex

renegade sunshine

terminally straight

mutual pining au

never fall for a straight guy

separate ways

Firstprince

angst fest

a different kind of prince

unholy

amnesiac alex

harringrove crossover

double hanahaki

Law & Order: Criminal Intent

untitled Bobby/Alex

Original Works

the lies we tell ourselves

crossing the line

a christmas visit

bachelor/ette

back to that one

boarder

big decisions

drunk dialing bonus chapter

two little lines

bookstore

childhood friends

chocolate scones

connor

evil mum

bearded sex god

my nz celebrity crush

sam and nora

only one bed

plumber guy

poly

poolside

blast from the past

the promises we make

ghost romance

virgin heroes 2

the secrets we keep

mocktails

just one week

coming home

venice untitled

the list

consider yourself tagged... <3

[dragonflylady77]

L O N G I N G

Looking away before he sees you staring

Outwardly pretending you don't care

Not sleeping at night, wanting him there

Gearing up for rejection when you finally ask

Incredible feeling when he says he feels it the same

Not letting go ever, now that he's yours

Grateful it paid off, secure in your love

[dragonflylady77]

First Line of 10 Fics game

Rules: share the first line of 10 of your most recent fanfics and ghen tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don't be shy and share anyways

I was tagged by @spaceofentropy

Finding peace together (harringrove, post starcourt)

Then one day Steve shows up.

2. A frankly ill-timed visit (harringrove, modern setting, older characters)

Steve stretches as he wakes up, arm reaching beside him to find the bed is cold.

3. Never fall for a straight guy (harringrove, post starcourt, mutual pining)

Billy is browsing the movies in the Horror section at Family Video, trying to find something Max hasn’t seen yet, when he hears Harrington whisper from the counter.

4. Wake me up (harringrove ficlet/drabble thing)

"Billy?" Steve wipes the sleep from his eyes and tries to remember where he is.

5. Steve can't take it anymore (might rename it to 'why punch a guy when you can kiss him instead') - THAT night at the Byers

"I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about."

6. Harringrove micro poems (User @/Plotwist_ing on Twitter has been posting daily prompts for micro poems and I got inspired.)

Ribbons around his wrists

7. Flirting? (harringrove text post)

Steve: are you flirting with me right now?

8. The start of something good (Power Rangers 2017 fic, jason/kimberly, based on the deleted scene with the kiss)

“Just be the person you wanna be.”

9. We talked about this (harringrove ficlet)

“Oh my god, pretty boy, just fucking do it already.”

10. A bold move for a Slayer (Spuffy, missing scene, S7)

“There endeth the lesson.”

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