#harringrove for BLM

[decadentworld]

Hey guys what do you think but I think it would be really cool to hold another Harringrove for BLM event😁

[hokanm]

Harringrove for BLM commission for @ihni 💕!thank you for your donation!💕

If you’d like to commission me and support a BLM organization, please check out this post

+ @harringrovetrashh ’ the Masterlist of Harringrove for BLM  

[avalonlights]

Billy getting dipped a la B2 for @awrble for Harringrove for BLM. Thank you for donating! ❤ The idea cracked me up so much I had to draw it full body. 🤣

[artzeppo]

a Harringrove for BLM piece for @lissieisspacey, who wanted Billy and Steve at Pride. I may have gotten slightly carried away :) thank you for your donation! 🖤 ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 

BLM commissions are still open!

[ihni]

For @xgardensinspace (and @yikesharringrove) who reached out and asked if I was a part of Harringrove for BLM. I’m not, officially, but how could I say no to a) a generous donation to a good cause and b) the prompt “Billy on a pogo stick”? That’s right, I couldn’t. SO.

Billy on a pogo stick.

(I am very much a fan of characters suddenly revealing that they have hidden and unexpected talents)

Hope you like it!

[teenytinylion]

Harringrove for BLM commission for @lissieisspacey

[prettyboyporter]

Shout at the Devil

harringrove for BLM ficlet for @granpappy-winchester , who wanted headbanger Billy doing his thing <33

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Billy’s Camaro fit right in, Steve thought, as they drove through the streets of Detroit. He cruised toward the arena with Black Sabbath blaring out of the rolled-down windows, and the city smelled like blacktop and exhaust fumes. Billy’s aviators reflected the buildings and people around them. Steve was convinced coming here might be a bad idea -- the city had a bad reputation, after all, but so far, it just seemed like a cool, working-class city.

They drove up specifically for the Motley Crue concert and got a hotel in town. The Chicago show had sold out in 15 minutes, but Steve was able to get tickets to the show three nights later in Detroit and gave them to Billy for his birthday. The drive was easy enough, and not as long as he’d anticipated. Steve folded the map and put it back in the glove compartment.

All different kinds of people lined the streets. A solid portion of the crowd wore black concert t-shirts and ripped jeans and also had mullets as they walked toward Cobo Arena. Cigarettes, denim miniskirts, and ratted hair grew more frequent the closer they got to the arena. Several of them woooed at the metal coming from Billy’s car, flashing devil horns at them. Steve smiled awkwardly and waved back.

Billy stuck his tongue out at them and grinned.

The arena that night was like walking into an entirely different world. It was thick with smoke from the fog machines onstage, as well as the cigarette smoke and the distinct odor of weed. Music poured out from the towering speakers, loud rock that fired up the tough-looking audience.

Even the girls here kind of looked like they could kick Steve’s ass.

The lights cut off and beams of multi-colored lights cut through the foggy stage. The opening act came on -- Autograph -- but Steve only knew one of their songs.

The whole thing was a display of scarves, studded leather, tight clothes, and massive amounts of hairspray.

Billy looked like he was in seventh heaven -- the grin on his face was like one Steve had never seen before. And this was for a band Steve didn’t know very well.

Steve kind of felt like a tourist here -- like he was a guest student visiting a different school. He felt sheepish around these people -- loud, wild, burnouts, headbangers, girls in tube tops ready to flash anyone they saw fit.

Between sets they passed a joint, though, careful not to attract the attention of the roaming security guards. Not like they’d pinpoint it, anyway. Seemed like half of the Motor City was blazing up that night.

So when the lights dimmed for the main act, Steve felt pleasantly loose. A bit of Billy’s excitement rolled onto him, and he forgot about all of the tsk tsking that his mom did that Motley Crue’s music, claiming they were devil worshippers and so were all of their fans because she’d believe anything Tipper Gore told her.

If there was anything Steve worshipped, though, it was watching how his boyfriend reacted to the band onstage -- their music, the insane antics the drummer pulled when he got into a metal cage suspended from the ceiling that spun around as he drummed.

Billy came alive -- pumping his fist, headbanging a bit, his curls flying everywhere.

It was kind of adorable.

And it really made Steve want to wrap his arms and legs around Billy and say mine, forever, always.

Steve did the next best thing and pulled Billy into his arms during Home Sweet Home, slow and sweet. Billy rocked back and forth in Steve’s arms, his blue eyes glazed and dopey, staring at Steve’s mouth.

After calculating the risk and thinking, this might get our asses kicked, he took the chance and leaned forward to press his lips to Billys.

He tasted like cigarettes and weed -- like what a Motley Crue concert should taste like, in Steve’s mind. It tasted like Billy’s happiness, when he curled his tongue around Steve’s and slid his fingers into Steve’s back pocket, giving his ass a squeeze.

They made out until the end of the song and then Billy pulled back, his smile broad. “Thanks for the tickets, pretty boy.”

Steve kissed the corner of Billy’s mouth. “Gettin sappy on me, Billy?”

“Fuck off,” Billy said. He shoved Steve’s shoulder playfully, slapped him on the ass, then turned to the band to shout loud enough for the devil to hear.

[thinger-strang]

here is my first request contribution, a sketch for @catharrington who requested some joe keery playing the guitar 💕

[here's my donation request post of y'all were interested]

[opaldraws]

BLM commission for @harringrovetrashh 💖

Thank you for donating!!

If you would like to commission me and support a BLM organization, please check out my post here

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Fluff, Well - Freeform, flangst, because, Suicidal Ideation, but barely, more of a reference to it, anyway Summary:

Three times Billy almost said "I love you" and one time he finally did. For Introvertia!

OMG I FINALLY finished my very last H4BLM fic! 

[yikesharringrove]

Ace Steve as requested by @myboyfriendsteve​

Happy Pride!

Here is a link to my post about Harringrove for BLM, and here is a link to Writers/Artists Against Police Brutality

Here’s also a link to the Masterlist of Harringrove for BLM coutesy of @harringrovetrashh

Thank you all for organizing, participating, and donating.

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The bell above the door was somehow extra loud when Billy shoved his way through.

Or maybe Steve was just extra in tune with the specific way it jangled as he swaggered inside, smirking at Steve, his eyes sharp.

They did this every day.

Billy would come in, they would flirt back and forth, Billy would lick over his teeth, say something like why don’t you meet me at the quarry tonight, Pretty Boy, and Steve would panic and come up with some lame excuse why he couldn’t, Billy’s face would fall, and he’d slink back out.

“Why don’t you just go out with him?” Robin huffed as Steve watched Billy retreat. “I know you’re jonesin’ for him.”

“Because, because he’s gonna want stuff if we go out. Stuff I can’t, can’t give him.” They had already had this conversation, on the bathroom floor of the Starcourt Mall, drugged nearly out of their minds.

She had told him about Tammy Thompson, the deep feeling she got low in her gut when she thought about other girls, other women.

And he hadn’t understood, told her he had never felt that. He loved looking at beautiful people, loved holding hands and going on dates, but never felt that urge, that want.

And she had just shrugged, said that’s okay. That if someone was right for him, loved him as they should, they wouldn’t force something he didn’t want.

“Maybe you could talk to him? See if, if maybe he doesn’t mind that you can’t give him that.” Steve just shook his head.

“You’ve heard the rumors. He’s not goon want me once he, once he finds out that I’m broken.”

Robin’s eyes flashed.

“You are not fucking broken. Stop saying that about yourself. You’re normal and good and just fucking great the way you are, and if someone doesn’t love you enough to make you feel that, then they don’t deserve you.”

-

Billy was back.

He leaned over the counter to tug on the back of Steve’s work vest.

“Hello, I’d like to rent a video. For my family.” He smiled brightly at Steve when he turned around, gum rolling around in his mouth. After getting possessed, after getting that thing burned out of him in the sauna, his lungs weren’t quite the same. He could usually be found with wads of bubblegum in his cheeks, shoving more in when he got another craving for a cigarette.

“I think I can help you with that. We are called Family Video for a reason.” RObin audibly groaned from the back room.

“Well, anything ticklin’ your fancy these days? You could come watch it, watch it with me.” Steve’s stomach dropped.

“Sorry, Billy. I got, I got to drive Dustin tonight, his mom took an extra shift and-” Billy huffed.

“That’s fine, Harrington. I get the fuckin’ message.”

Billy stomped out the door, shoved himself through. Steve panicked, was rounding the counter before he even realized what he was doing.

“Billy, Billy wait.” He reached Billy just as he was opening his car door in the lot behind Family Video. “Billy, why are you angry?”

“I get the fucking hint, Harrington. Why do you keep pretending to flirt if you don’t actually want to go out with me? You think it’s fun for me to get shot down again and again? Are you having fun playing with the queer? Playing with the fact that I fucking like you?”

“I’m, I’m not messing with you. I, I like you, but, but you don’t, you don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?”

“If we’re together, you’re gonna, gonna find out, and then you won’t like me any more.” Billy shoved another piece of bubblegum in his mouth.

“Try me.” Steve shook his head, eyes wide. “What skeletons do you got in your little fancy boy closet? You got some weird fetish or something.”

Steve made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, something like a scream with his mouth still closed.

“No. It’s the fucking opposite of that.” Billy furrowed his brows.

“The opposite, of a fetish? You think I’m not gonna like you because you like nice vanilla white boy sex? Honestly, Pretty Boy, that’s fine. That’s good, actually.” Steve stamped his foot. Billy just raised an eyebrow.

“No. I don’t like any sex. It’s just, it’s just like a chore and I don’t want it, and you’re not gonna be with me because I’m high maintenance, and you don’t get anything out of dating me.”

“Relationships aren’t just about sex, Steve. If we were, were together, I would get to be with you, I would get to love you. That’s fucking enough.”

“But I, I I just don’t feel that way. Like, I don’t think I ever have. I just, I’ve only had sex because I, because that’s what I’m supposed to do. Like, I’m a teenage boy. I should be raging with fucking hormones.” Billy took a small step closer to him, put his hands on each of Steve’s elbows. He spat out his wad of bubblegum, tightening his grip on Steve.

“Sweet Thing, I don’t fucking care about that. About any of it. We can be together and never have sex. I got two hands. I’m fine.” Steve smiled weakly. “As long as you’re happy, and comfortable, and safe, I’m good.”

Steve nodded at him.

“Can I kiss you?” He was searching Steve’s face. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I like kissing.” Billy smiled at him, discreetly looking around before leaning forward, leaning in.

He kept it soft, just a slow press of their lips. 

[hokanm]

Harringrove for BLM commission for @memes-saved-me ‪✨!thank you for your donation!✨

If you’d like to commission me and support a BLM organization, please check out this post

+ @harringrovetrashh ’ the Masterlist of Harringrove for BLM  

[avalonlights]

Steve throwing caution to the wind [and all of Billy’s dreams coming true lol] a la A1 for @harringroveheart​ for Harringrove for BLM! Thank you for donating! ❤

[artzeppo]

a Harringrove for BLM piece and a gift for @tracy7307 from @lissieisspacey. I - took some liberties, I hope you don’t mind :)

California isn’t a house, but it’s about to become their home. And they aren’t technically married but someone still gets carried over the threshold. I don’t know where the cat came from - as most cats, it didn’t ask for an invitation. 

💛

[wingedbears]

In just 24 hours we’ve DOUBLED our donation amount! Contributors are on the rise, and IT IS ONLY DAY 3. Y’all. That’s amazing. 

Keep boosting and reblogging (you can tag me and I’ll reblog too) because the money we’re sending is helping the people who are in the front lines, fighting for equity. You may not be able to physically be there in a protest, but the people who can, NEED this money, George Floyd’s family NEEDS this money. Let’s show fandom what we can do. Again. 

[teenytinylion]

Harringrove for BLM commission for @lissieisspacey

Greetings from Los Angeles, California

jealous shitbird?! - Billy

We wish that you guys were here, too! - Steve

P.S. I’m happy you’re not here that way I can eat out Steve all day long ;-P

Don’t write that Billy >:(