#kinda harringrove

[avalonlights]

[plistommy]

Steve: House is empty. Wanna come over and smoke? And maybe you could even like… fuck me—

Billy already walking on Steve’s front yard like:

[harringroveera]

Call the priest ‘cause they’re gonna get married soon

[steviespanties]

what are your thoughts on omegaverse!harringrove in which alpha!steve gets bitched into an omega by alpha!billy?

HOW DID TUMBLR NOT SHOW ME THIS BEFORE?? I'm so sorry Anon😭

(cw for (oblivious) dubcon, insults in a sexy context, mentioned pregnancy kink, omegaverse gender fuckery)

Ah man, I kinda lovee it. Like a scenario where it happens on pure instinct: Billy and Steve wrestle all the time and compete with each other in the beginning, but Billy will always be the one who fights harder and dirtier and Steve inevitably gives in and goes slack in his grip or with Billy's teeth again his throat or the back of his neck.

It just feels right to Steve and he gets all warm and tingly when Billy gets soo satisfied and happy over just holding him down for a while.

They're pretty much attached to the hip already and everyone is confused how they could go from bloody knuckles and bared teeth rivalry to essentially two puppies rolling around in the dirt. No one quite makes the next logical step to "they're fucking" but obviously they are!

And Billy is a kinky fucker, so of course when he's on top he'll call Steve his little omega while he knots him, lube spilling everywhere, Steve moaning through the stretch and how much it turns him on.

But then they also start on these small things in everyday life. Billy ears one of Steve's jackets on a cool autumn day and then keeps it for a week until they go shopping for one for himself. When Steve gets the jacket back it's thoroughly drenched in Billy's pheromones and he doesn't even think of washing it.

Billy comes over a day or two after Steve has been wearing the jacket while running errands and his nose immediately lands in the crook of Steve's neck with a deep inhale. "Shit, you smell so fucking good like this."

It opens a whole new can of worms, because they've been casually scent marking each other before, sure, but not this deliberately. And it's specifically Billy marking Steve that drives them both a little wild. Suddenly there's pretty much always a worn shirt under Steve's pillow that smells of Billy. He hands over jackets and scarves and when they're returned wears them with that growing, tingly happiness in his belly.

And then Billy starts calling him his omega.

It's on top of all the other mean and sweet nicknames he has for Steve, his bitch, his princess, his little slut, bending Steve's legs up to his chest when he fucks him, noses almost touching, telling Steve to open his mouth so he can spit in it. Calling him the perfect little omega when he swallows. Fucking his face and coming all over his nose and chest, telling Steve that a good omega lets his alpha mark him properly.

And he's a good omega for Billy, right?

They're both a bit reckless and thoughtless about the whole thing. They've come to like each other, they move in with each other, they fight and make up quickly, they get a little domestic. Billy's rut comes around and Steve helps him through it as best as he can. It still doesn't prepare him for how exhausted he gets by day three, how his limbs get so heavy and his mind has fogged over with tiredness and pleasure-pain from how fucked out he is.

Billy notices it too and slows down as much as he can, coos into Steve's ear that he's such a good omega, turned himself into nothing but a fuckhole for his alpha. How he can't wait for Steve to get his heat so he can pump him full of pups.

And for a moment, everything swims together inside Steve's mind. The tender ache in his hole. Billy's scent all around him. The months of being called an omega, Billy's omega. The thought of having kids, not just a nebulous concept but a combination of him and Billy growing inside him. It's not just that he wants it- for that blissful moment as he's coming, he truly believes that's what will happen.

It kinda messes with his head afterwards. Makes him sad and confused, because even when the fog lifts and he knows that he's always been an alpha and always will be, he still wants that. So much. It's very hard to put into words though and so all that he manages to do is seek out Billy in less combative ways, staying in skin contact longer, dragging Billy's hands and mouth to his neck when they fuck, allowing Billy to scruff him when that's a line they didn't cross before.

Now, Billy isn't stupid. He notices the shift in behavior. Maybe even a slight shift in scent. But it's been so gradual that it doesn't fully hit home how much has changed until one day when Robin visits from college and comments on how much Steve's scent has mellowed out. It plants a small seed in his mind.

Not enough to fully reflect on everything that's changed, but it has him on alert even more to Steve's moods and condition. Like how he's been getting stomach aches more often, claiming it's probably just gas or indigestion only to get ravenously horny shortly after and begging Billy for his knot.

It's not quite on the level of "we should go see a doctor" until Steve starts getting exhausted more often, bundling up the moment he comes home and the usual time of his rut comes and passes without anything happening.

They both feel very stupid at the doctor's office when they're told they're pretty much fully on track of Steve becoming an omega.

[racketti]

My second fill for @harringrovesummerbingo!

B3 - Ice cold cocktails

I'm going a little VERY slow but I HAVE to complete it!!

[cockasinthebird]

He's… hard. He shouldn't be- he really shouldn't be, because he's standing in the men's changing room at the pool, in the middle of his shift. Hard.

Steve had shown up, as if his own pool isn't empty at home right now, and he wore a white tee and his swimming trunks, which is fine, it's okay for the rich fuck to be out here, completely fine. Billy might be the king, but he doesn't own this place even if he acts like it all the time.

Couldn't that gorgeous brunette have chosen a different day? Surely he doesn't know Billy's work schedule, but really, why even come here when he has that fucking pool at his fucking mansion.

Everything was fine at first, Steve chatted with some pretty girls and Billy wasn't jealous. Steve was nice and dry and clothed and not paying Billy any mind, and Billy was not jealous.

Then Steve reminded Billy of high school, of the locker rooms, of the boys showers, when he took off his shirt and reminded Billy of how his moles are everywhere, like a constellation across pale skin.

And it only got worse once Steve got into the pool and his hair got wet, clinging to his pretty boy face. Billy didn't last long upon his throne before very calmly walking to the men's locker room and stepping into one of the showers.

Did he get even prettier, somehow? He's gained some weight, gotten harrier, but Billy didn't really think he was into all that, but with Steve? It felt… unavoidable. Inevitable.

He turns on the cold water and gasps loudly as it clashes with his warm, sun kissed skin. What the fuck is he going to do?

[weird-an]

Dustin can't believe it. Dustin doesn't want it to be true.

Why would Steve date Billy Hargrove? It doesn't make any sense. It's not a problem that Billy is a guy, it's a problem that Billy is that guy. Loud, mean and gross.

Last time Dustin saw him, he called the Party the "Sad Losers Club" and that one time he drove Dustin home (very reluctantly, after Steve talked him into it for like half an hour) they nearly crashed into a tree, because Dustin asked Billy to drive slower, but instead that asshole only drove quicker.

And now they went over to the Byers for a big dinner to celebrate that the horrors of the Upside Down have been only nightmares for half a year now, and Steve brings Billy.

Now, Dustin has to share Steve. Steve who looks at Billy with the biggest eyes Dustin has ever seen. Billy who is winking at Dustin like he knows what he's doing. That he's stealing Steve.

But then Mike mentions the Mind Flayer and Billy just freezes for a second. Nearly drops his knife at that.

"I'm out for a smoke," he mumbles. Steve follows him, hot on his heels and Dustin hates it.

Dustin isn't spying on them. He's just on the way to the bathroom and happens to be close to the backyard.

Billy doesn't look so big, arrogant and threatening anymore. He's rubbing his eyes with one hand like he's crying.

"It's stupid," he grumbles.

Steve holds his hand.

"It's gone, Billy," Steve says and he just sounds so soft. "You're free. Your body is yours. It can't touch you anymore."

Billy sniffs. "You can touch my body though."

Uh. Gross.

Steve laughs. Leans forward and kisses Billy on his cheek. Billy grins at him and hugs him.

"Thanks. For.. you know.." His voice is hoarse and he seems.. shy? That doesn't really fit into the poster of Billy Hargrove in Dustin's mind. He's everything but shy.

Oh. It dawns on Dustin. Dustin doesn't like Billy. Billy doesn't like Dustin.

Billy likes Steve. It's a good thought actually. Steve likes Billy and Billy likes Steve.

Maybe they can somehow live with it. Except when Billy calls him a dork again, Dustin is going to tell Hopper.

"Are you fucking creeping on us, Henderson?"

"Dustin, seriously?"

Shit.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

always obsessed with a post-S2 Billy straight up acting like he doesn’t like Steve in public to keep up their little ‘enemies’ act — rolling his eyes at him, telling him off, answering questions with his middle finger, etc

but once they’re alone, he literally begs Steve for cuddles and kisses, grabbing at his pretty boy and kissing his neck and whining about how he needs affections or he’ll die

and Steve's like SIGH okay fine (but he absolutely adores it when Billy gets like that, even tho he'll never ever admit it)

[yikesharringrove]

steve being absolutely whipped for steve is my favorite thing ever. like ok what if they were friends and billy likes steve, and steve's oblivious to it but billy will drop whatever he's doing to make steve's like a the tiniest bit easier and it's so cute

It all starts with homework.

Homework Steve dropped on the floor in the hallway, to be more specific.

He fucking tripped and his shit went everywhere, and he was scrambling to pick it all up, when he noticed another pair of hands shuffling with his papers.

“Thanks, Hargrove,” he muttered.

“Most of these are wrong.” Steve snatched the math worksheet out of his hands, his face hot as he stuffed it in his backpack.

He tried to push past the absolutely solid wall that was Billy Hargrove, but the other boy kept blocking him.

“C’mon, I’ll help you.”

“I don’t need any help.”

It was a fucking lie. He knew he’d gotten most of the problems wrong. They were working on some weird formula that had to do with area, or volume, or something like that. And Steve really didn’t understand it.

But he didn’t want any help from fucking Hargrove, who would just spread it around the school that Steve Harrington is in remedial geometry as a senior.

But Hargrove had reached into Steve's backpack, and yanked out the assignment, using the pencil he had stored behind his ear to erase Steve’s shitty work.

“All you have to do is multiply the length by the width by the height. And that’s volume.”

Steve had added those three values and then cubed them. It had taken him hours.

“I know.”

Billy gave him a scathing look.

“Meet me in the library at lunch, and we’ll fix it.”

-

Steve wasn’t actually expecting Billy to be there, but he was. And they fixed Steve’s math.

And he got an A on the homework, his first one all year.

So it became a thing. They’d do Steve’s math homework at lunch together. And Billy would walk him through the tough problems, and clap him on the back when he got something by himself.

His teacher noticed his progress, and congratulated him on it.

“I got a tutor,” he told her.

They were studying on some random Thursday together, Billy with his nose in some worn-out novel, periodically peeking over the pages to take a look at Steve's math homework.

He was doing much better, and now Billy only had to silently point to an incorrect answer for Steve to go back and fix it.

Steve's stomach rumbled, breaking the silence,

"Jesus, Harrington. I think your stomach is trying to eat itself."

Steve rolled his eyes, but he smiled at Billy.

"Seriously, just eat lunch."

There technically was a rule against food in the library, but the librarian liked Billy, and tended to turn a blind eye to whatever he was doing at his usual back table.

Steve checked his watch.

"I'll just grab something later. I need to finish this."

He kept working on his math. His stomach growled again.

Billy sighed.

He dug into his bag, pulling out the crumpled brown paper bag Susan has passed him in the morning. She always made him lunch after a rough night with his dad.

Consolation prize, he guesses.

He pulled out the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, placing one half on Steve's open textbook.

Steve looked at him with round eyes.

"Nah dude, that's your lunch. I can get something after school."

"Like hell. Just eat the sandwich, Harrington."

Steve scarfed the first half like a small animal, and Billy glared at him until he had the second half.

He'll be okay, he can just sneak some food at home before his dad gets back from work.

-

"Harrington! How many times," Coach yelled from the sidelines. "You're leaving yourself too open!"

Steve was breathing hard, sprinting down the court after being bowled over by one of the guys on the other team.

It was deafening in the gym, the stands packed full.

Steve was playing like shit. The other team was dogging him, stealing the ball from him, blocking his every move.

He was point guard to Billy's shooting guard.

Billy yanked him by the back of the jersey, pulling him back to mutter in his ear.

Steve nodded once.

It was a good play, a simple pick and roll.

The other team scored, and Billy nodded at Steve.

They brought it down the court, and Billy made eye contact with Steve as he moved to set a pick on the asshole guard that kept knocking Steve down.

Steve moved, sprinting to the basket to finally make a fucking shot.

As he moved, the guard followed, but there was Billy.

They collided hard, and Billy got knocked flat on his ass.

His head cracked against the wooden floor, and he saw stars for a second.

He was fucking pleased as punch to see the other guard flat on his back, too. Looking as dazed as Billy felt.

There was a hand in front of his face, and he took it, allowing Steve to bring him to his feet, a look of concern in his big eyes.

"You okay, dude?"

"You score?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm fine." He clapped Steve on the shoulder, jogging back to get in the game, shaking off the dizzy spell.

-

Billy paid no mind to the phone ringing.

He was sat at the kitchen table, finishing up his chemistry homework.

Sometimes he and Max did homework at the kitchen table together. Neil would give approving looks when he walked by if he saw Billy helping her with something she pretended not to understand.

"Hargrove residence." Neil was the only one who answered the phone that way. The rest of them said Hargrove-Mayfield.

Billy tightened his grip on his pencil.

He could feel his dad's eyes on the back of his head, standing straight against the wall where the phone was mounted.

"Yes, he is here."

Fuck.

What could Billy have done now? He's been a model fucking citizen for the past week.

And no one can trace that fucking fire under the bleachers back to him. Besides, he put it out before anything could really get burned.

"Billy, the phone's for you."

At least if he was in trouble, the person wouldn't be asking to speak with him.

Billy stood up, ignoring Max's questioning look.

Billy took the phone, not making eye contact with his dad.

"Hey! Sorry, I know this is weird, but I got your phone number from Max a little while ago, and I know usually we just study during school, but I am so fucking confused on this assignment. And I'll pay you! I'll even order food if you want to come over to help me. Oh! This is Steve by the way."

As if Billy wouldn't recognize his rambling.

"Um, sure. I can help you." He looked at his dad. "And no need to pay me."

"Just try to get out of here without any money. I dare you. So, can you come over? Tonight? This is due tomorrow."

Billy wasn't supposed to leave on school nights.

"Can you give me a second? Please?" He didn't wait for Steve to respond, he just lowered the phone.

"Dad," he started.

"How long have you been tutoring that Harrington boy?" Neil's voice was unreadable.

"A few weeks. Mostly at school. He needs some help tonight, and uh, offered to pay me if I come by his place."

"And you said you didn't want to be paid?"

"Yes, sir."

Billy tried his very best not to flinch when his dad patted him on the shoulder.

"That's good. Rubbing elbows with the Harrigntons. I was wondering why they didn't press charges when you beat that boy to a pulp."

Billy fucking hated when Neil brought that shit up.

It wasn't his fault he has a hard time controlling his rage. If anything, it's Neil's fault for slapping him around before sending him on an errand.

Steve just happened to kinda get in the way.

But Billy apologized, and Steve said he got over it, and clearly he did, if he's inviting Billy over to his house to work on his homework.

He raised the phone back up to his ear.

"Sure, I can help you. But I can't be out late. It's a school night."

Neil nodded approvingly, and Billy flipped him the bird the second he turned his back.

"Yeah, whatever. The front door's unlocked, just come upstairs when you're here."

Steve didn't even wait for a reply before he ended the call, and Billy quietly placed the phone back on the receiver.

He cleaned up his own homework, and took his bag with him.

"Billy," his dad said as he was halfway out the back door. "Curfew's at 8:30. And I'll be locking the door."

"Yes, sir."

-

Harrington's house is fuckin' huge.

Billy should've expected it, with Steve's family being as well connected as they were.

He let himself into the house, as Steve had told him to do, and was immediately met with a slight woman, staring at him like he'd just walked uninvited into her home.

"Uh," he said. Why the fuck would Steve tell him to just come in? "I'm Billy? Billy Hargrove. Steve's tutor."

And then her face brightened, and holy shit, Steve looks exactly like his mom.

"He is upstairs, I'll show you." She waved him to follow behind her and she took off up the stairs.

Billy scrambled to kick his boots off and raced after her.

She was lean like Steve, with long legs and insanely thick,dark brown hair that went clear down to her ass.

(Steve even kinda has his mom's perfect ass.)

She knocked on the door to Steve's room, even though it was slightly ajar, and let herself in.

Steve was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, all curled up and sitting cross-legged on his chair.

"Tesoro, il tuo amico è qui."

Steve turned, and he fucking beamed at Billy.

"Grazie, Mamma." He waved Billy over in the same motion his mother had done downstairs.

Billy felt awkward in the room, and his face felt hot, and his palms were sweaty.

"Avete bisogno di qualcosa?" She asked, and holy shit, how has it taken Billy this long to realize that Steve and his mother were not even speaking fucking English to one another.

He knew he was staring.

"No, grazie."

She smiled again at Billy as she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

"Damn, your mom's hot," was all Billy could think to say.

Luckily, it worked. Steve rolled his eyes, turning back to his work and shaking his head. But Billy could see a tiny smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't start that shit and just help me with this, okay?"

Billy peered over his shoulder.

Steve was working on an English assignment, the same one Billy had completed last week.

It was a questionnaire about the Shakespeare play they had read in class, Othello.

Billy knew it was grueling, fifty multiple choice, ten matching, and three essay questions.

He had the book open text to him, and there had been lines and passages highlighted and annotated.

"This shit was nasty. I did it last week."

Steve scrunched his brows up at Billy.

"You're in English 12? How? You're a junior?"

Billy shrugged.

"That's just what I tested into when I moved here. I was on a fast track in California." Yeah, he would've probably gotten to graduate a semester early, if they had stayed.

"Okay, well, then you can help me. Because I can barely read as it is, and this stupid Shakespeare stuff just doesn't even make sense."

He put his head down on his desk, leaning his forehead against the questionnaire and groaning loudly.

"It's like another language. You have to learn to translate it. I mean, you and your mom were speakin' something, so you know how to do this."

"Yeah, and that's kinda the problem." Steve sat up, looking at Billy. Billy moved to sit on the corner of his desk. "My mom's from Italy, and I didn't even speak English until I was like, six. Regular English has never made sense to me, and then they give us this shit." He flipped the book closed harshly.

Billy had to bite his tongue, because the only thing he could think to say was you sure do talk a lot for someone who allegedly doesn't understand English. But he didn't really wanna be a dick right now.

"Okay. Here's what will do. We'll answer as many questions as you can. Once we get to the ones about specific passages, I'll read them in plain terms, and you'll be fine, okay?"

Steve nodded glumly, but he picked up his pencil.

"Okay, dude. You can definitely answer this first question."

Question one: Who wrote Othello.

Steve circled the correct answer and Billy pat him on the head. Steve glared at him playfully.

They went through the questions.

Some were easy, and clearly all Steve needed was a cheerleader, because he circled the correct ones right away.

But then, some were fucking difficult.

"Okay, question 36: What is the significance of Othello's handkerchief?"

Steve flipped through the book desperately.

"What fucking handkerchief?"

-

It was a little past eight, and Steve was just barely halfway through the packet.

He was clearly trying not to get frustrated, as he came across harder and harder questions, understanding less and less.

"So, in the passage, Iago is basically trying to turn Othello against Desdemona. He's saying that if she deceived her father, she would deceive Othello."

"But, I don't get why she lied to her dad. Like, what was the lie?"

"He didn't want her to get married to Othello, but she did anyway."

Steve just looked desperately at Billy.

"So, she did cheat on Othello? And Iago is telling him about it?"

"No, she didn't Iago is trying to fuck with Othello."

"Wait, so Desdemona did nothing wrong, and then Othello still kills her?" He looked incredulous.

"Yeah, man. It's Shakespeare. In the tragedies, everyone dies. In the comedies, everyone fucks."

"Why?"

"Because it was Elizabethan England, and everyone was fucking and dying, and half of these stories are based on the Greek plays that came before, in which everyone just fucked and died."

"I wish my life was like that. I just wanna fuck. And then die." Steve put his pencil down, leaning back in his chair. "I'm sorry, man. That I dragged you here to help me with this. I'm just fucking dumb."

Billy smacked Steve in the back of the head, and he yelped, glaring at Billy and rubbing the spot where Billy had merely tapped him.

"You're not stupid. This is hard. Now, let's keep going. This isn't gonna finish itself."

-

Billy ended up finally leaving Steve's close to ten.

His mom thanked him for helping Steve, and shoved a wad of cash in his hand that Billy felt too awkward to count until he had parked in his spot behind his house.

Jesus Christ, she gave him fifty bucks.

He put it with the rest of his stash, in the locked glove compartment, and wiggled into the back seat.

He doesn't doubt that his dad had locked the house promptly at curfew. He doesn't doubt that he was gonna get his shit rocked tomorrow after school when he showed up back at home.

But Steve had finished his assignment, and had flung his arms around Billy when it was finally over, and it's okay. Billy can take a few smacks.

-

"Hey!"

Billy turned to see Steve rushing towards him down the hall. His cheeks were pink and he was beaming.

He thrust the assignment from last night into Billy's hands, and there was a big red A- on the top.

"That's my best English grade, like, ever. Thank you! Seriously, Billy. Thank you so much. I'm taking you out for dinner this weekend, okay? To say thank you. I'll buy you a burger and a milkshake, and anything you want."

"Nah, man. Your mom paid me last night, it's okay."

Steve shook his head, his hair flopping onto his forehead, and he pushed it back, still grinning. Fuck, he's so pretty.

"Can it. We're going to the dinner and you're gonna eat fries until you puke, okay? We're going Friday."

Friday.

Billy's supposed to help Susan trim all the hedges on Friday.

Okay, if he wakes up early, he can do the front before school, and if he comes home during his free period, he could-

"Sure, Pretty Boy. Friday."

-

He was up before the sun, cutting hedges.

He had to shower before school, which he fucking hates doing, because he doesn't have enough time to properly do his hair in the mornings.

But he finished them.

He finished them all.

And he told Susan such when she handed him his pity packed lunch that morning.

She thanked him, and his dad narrowed his eyes.

"Why?" He barked.

Billy tried to act casual.

"Couldn't sleep, thought I'd just get it out of the way."

Neil didn't stop staring suspiciously at Billy until he and Max had closed the backdoor behind them.

"Why did you really do all that this morning?" Max asked when they were safe in the car.

"Jus' have plans after school."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, that's rich. You're going on a date."

Well, he hopes so.

But that's never gonna happen.

The school day seemed to pass as slowly as fucking possible. He was anxious all day, fidgety and nervous, and a tiny bit sweaty.

Steve was leaning against his car outside when Billy finally stomped away from the school, and he smiled brightly at Billy.

"Should we just meet at the diner?"

"Yeah. I gotta drive Max, so." He gestured lamely.

"Okay. See you in a bit." Steve tapped the hood of the Camaro, and normally Billy would've threatened to bite anyone that knocked into his car like that, but Steve can kinda do whatever he wants as far as Billy is concerned.

Billy made sure to idle in front of the house, making sure Max got inside alright, and making sure his dad watched him drop her off.

He'd be in worse shit if Neil thought Billy made Max walk home by herself.

But he sped back into town the second the screen door slammed closed behind her.

Steve already had a booth when Billy arrived, and he waved Billy down enthusiastically, as if Billy didn't hone in on him the second he walked through the door.

"Hey, man! Glad you could make it," he said, as if he didn't insist that Billy make it.

Billy grunted at him, shuffling into the booth on the other side of Steve.

"Thanks again, dude. My grades have never been so good. My dad even said I've been doing alright, which is, I think, the nicest thing he's ever said to me."

"Yeah. It's no problem."

"Why don't people know you're smart?" Steve's question took Billy off guard a little bit. "You act like you're a dumb jock, like me."

"You're not dumb. And it's just self-preservation, I guess. I don't need every pretty boy in this school to know I'm a good tutor. Already got my hands full."

Steve's cheeks went the faintest bit pink, and if Billy didn't know better, he'd say that Steve's casual shifting of position was more like a little squirm.

"I guess that makes sense," Steve mumbled, picking at the edge of the menu in front of him.

Their waiter came at that moment, and Steve ordered right away, rattling off what he wanted like it was second nature.

"So the usual, then?" The waiter winked at Steve, and Steve flushed a little deeper, looking shyly at Billy.

"I'll have the same." The waiter nodded, and swept off with their menus.

"So, you're here a lot?" Billy didn't want to look too far into it, but he was ravenous for little scraps of information about Steve. A little peek into his life.

"Yeah. I come here for dinner when I'm home alone a lot. Cooking for one person is kinda lame, and I like being somewhere that's not so. Quiet."

"How often you home alone?"

"Every few weeks. My mom travels around with my dad a lot, but she feels bad about leaving me on my own. Doesn't really stop her, thought." And Steve looked positively glum, like a pouty little cat caught outside in the rain.

"Well, next time you're alone let me know. I don't have too much going on. Usually."

Steve brightened, looking at Billy with a tiny mile on his face.

"Yeah? You don't have better friends then some dumbass you tutor?"

"I don't tutor a dumbass. And in case you hadn't noticed, I don't have many friends. Only been in town for a few months."

"I've been here my whole life, and I don't have many friends, either."

"That's their problem, then."

Steve beamed at him.

[0nemorestranger]

steve going to cosmetology school and using eddie and billy as guinea pigs

eddie hits him up every other day for a different dye job, mostly different types of highlights and subsequent radical colors (his favorites are red and purple)

and billy is relieved he has someone he trusts with a pair of scissors. like obviously he used to go to the shop for his glamorous 'do but he always got super skeeved about sharp objects so close to his throat and being touched where he couldn't see exactly what was going on. with steve he doesn't have to worry about any of that which is such a gay thing to say so of course he keeps it to himself

(steve might know)

(steve definitely knows)

[rigginsstreet]

just a little something for @harringrovelovefest but it doesnt fit any of the prompts lol

-

Billy knew dating a straight boy would bring nothing but trouble. Cyd had warned him enough back in Cali, told him how straight boys may be good for a one time fuck, get it out of your system, but that's it. Don't go try pursuing anything more, because it'll never be anything more.

And Billy had taken that to heart. The one time in his life he didn't feel the need to put his hand on the stove to test its heat, last thing he needed was some straight boy running scared, opening his big mouth to let the world in on Billy's little secret. Maybe he played with danger a little too much, but he also knew when to play it safe to save his own ass.

Which is why Steve Harrington had been such a fucking enigma.

Billy knew better, and yet he let himself fall for the king of small town America, the poster boy of Ideal Heterosexual Living. He was such a fucking idiot.

He'd gotten a few good months out of it, at least. Definitely some of the best sex he's ever had - once he taught Steve how to properly use his dick, anyway. And he's gonna miss having that asshole hanging onto his every word, clinging to him like another limb. That absence is gonna be a bitch to fill.

But Steve, apparently, is ready to go back to pussy, if the visual Billy's getting from the parking lot of Family Video is anything to go by. Can see clear as day through his windshield, into the store, how Steve is leaned over the counter, smiling all big and bright at some chick he thinks they went to school with.

Billy knows flirting when he sees it. Honestly, he just wishes Steve had the decency to not flaunt it right in his face. Could've taken her to the back and fucked her in private without Billy having to have this image burned into his brain.

Whatever.

He slams on his horn, finally alerting Steve to his presence.

Steve perks up at the sound of the horn. Billy's a little early to pick him up from the end of his shift, but only by a few minutes. Robin can clock him out, it won't matter.

"Gotta go, Shelly," he says to the girl on the other side of the counter. "But make sure to come back and tell me what you thought about Animal House. I'm telling you, it's a classic!"

Shelly laughs and agrees to his request before heading out, and Steve can't get out of the store fast enough. Yells his goodbye to Robin and runs out the door, panting as he plops himself into the passenger seat of the Camaro.

"Hey, tiger." He grins. And it's only now that he notices the voice coming from the radio. Just about the last damn thing he ever expected Billy to be listening to. "Is this Dolly Parton?" He wants to laugh, but the somber look on Billy's face and the next words out of his mouth have him refraining.

"My mom liked her. Got a problem with that?"

"Uh... no. No. Dolly's great."

Billy pulls out of the parking lot without a word. The track on the cassette changes, and the melancholic lyrics fill the silence.

When you love somebody With all your heart and soul And you want to keep them with you But you know they want to go What do you do? What do you say? When you know they want to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Billy's fingers tighten around the steering wheel. This song was always a bitch to get through, but it's downright torture right now. He thinks about changing it, but it would only draw attention. Best to just push through it, act like it's just another song. Keep his feelings down like usual.

Steve notices the shift, though. He also notices the way Billy's eyes have gone a little glassy, starting to fill up with tears.

He gets it. Billy's mom is a sore subject for him, and as he listens to the lyrics spilling out of the radio he can't help but to feel bad for his boyfriend. There's an ache in his chest like he's carrying Billy's emotions for him. He wish he could. Wishes Billy didn't have to feel a single bad thing for the rest of his life, he's already felt enough.

And then the chorus starts, and Steve's mind switches over to his own past woes.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't care at all and the other cares too much It's a sad situation, I must say When someone wants to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Nancy feels like a lifetime ago. And he's over her, he is, but. Some wounds take longer to heal.

This song would've hurt more had he heard it back then, in the thick of it. But now he can mourn that period of his life for what it was and look at Billy and take pride in what his life is.

You know how much I love you But I know you don't love me And I know it's just a matter of time before you leave But I, do I stand aside and just let you walk away? But I know you want to leave As bad as I want you to stay

Billy wonders when the blow is gonna come. How long it'll be until Steve breaks the news. Will probably let him down easy, because that's the kind of guy Steve is. And Billy won't go down without a fight, because that's the kind of guy he is. Can't ever let things go without kicking and screaming.

Maybe he should end things first, beat Steve to the punch. Leave his ass blindsided, leave-

"Hey," Steve's voice comes gently, along with the hand now holding Billy's on the wheel.

They're stopped at a red light, so Billy chances a glance over.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't love at all and the other loves too much It's a sad situation I must say

"I'm glad I have you." Steve smiles, all soft and sweet. Delicate, like he's stepping through a minefield. "I'm glad we have each other."

Billy's breath catches in his throat. Doesn't know what kind of sick game Steve is playing. But he's holding Billy's hand, and he's staring into his eyes, and he looks sincere.

His mom had looked sincere, too, all the times she told him she loved him. Look where that got him. People are sincere, until they aren't.

When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay Oh, it's a sad situation I must say When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay

"You can't-" Billy starts, choking on his words. "You can't leave me." His own honesty strikes him, but the words are out, and he figures it's time to lay it all on the table. "Or- if you are, just do it now. Don't string me along Steve, I won't- I can't-"

The light's gone green, but there isn't a soul on the road, so Steve doesn't feel guilty almost climbing into Billy's lap just to hold him as close as he can, kissing the top of his head, his cheek, his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, blue." He holds Billy's face between his hands, forcing him to understand the weight of his words. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." He shakes Billy's head for emphasis, eliciting a laugh from the both of them.

There's tears streaming down Billy's face, but it's relief. Maybe he jumped to conclusions, maybe he has to reel that shit in. He'll work on it.

"Yeah, okay." He sniffles. Doesn't make a move to get out of Steve's grasp. "You're stuck with me, too, though."

Steve beams. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

[plistommy]

How about a s2 AU where Billy catches Steve and Tommy hate fucking and is all 'oh?👀 Let me in on the fun' and it turns into everyone competing to hold out as long as possible that leaves everyone fucked out and making out while covered in come😌💕

Billy was about to lose his fucking shit.

He was going to be late soon.

Not because of Max this time, no. The brat had gone to the arcade straight from school because Billy had extra practice for their upcoming game and she didn’t want to wait around which, great, he didn’t give a shit.

A drive by himself sounded great without her scowling on the passenger seat.

But then, he had fucked it up and forgot his fucking car keys to his locker which, who the hell even does that, and now he had to walk back to the locker rooms without a smoke because his cigarettes where inside his car.

The hallways were already empty as his heavy boots echoed with every step and he was pretty sure all the guys from the team had left since it was friday.

Some didn’t even stay to take a shower, too eager to go home from this shitty place.

Billy couldn’t agree more even though another hell was waiting for him at home.

He pushed the heavy doors open and got to the locker rooms. And like he thought, no one was around.

His locker was the furthest away, but he got there with a few long steps and opened the locker with a bang.

The keys sparkled like they were mocking at him and Billy didn’t think he had never thought about wanting to destroy a piece of steel this badly.

”Fucker.” He murmured and snatched the keys.

He turned around and started to walk away, but that’s when he heard something from the showers.

A groan.

And that sparked his interest immediately.

He walked next to the door, feeling the hot steam coming from under it. It hadn’t been that long since everyone left, but he could hear the water still running and the sounds of something smacking over and over again.

It just irked Billy more to touch the handle and…

Crack the door open.

”Ah, fuck, fuck! Harder, Tommyyy!”

”Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!” Tommy groaned.

Billy peeked his head fully inside and that’s when he saw them. And especially him.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington moaning with his mouth open like a whore and head thrown back as Hagan was fucking him from behind, making him arch his back as he keened.

Fucking keened.

”Shit..” Billy groaned as he felt heat pooling in his gut.

Steve was clearly trying his best to keep hold of the metal poll, almost hugging it as his legs were shaking by how rougly he was fucked. Billy could see the floor was also slippery, the water and dropped soap - which would be funny to Billy right now if it weren’t for the situation - weren’t mixing together well.

Hagan had his hands on Steve’s waist and a mouth on his neck as he spat insults at the other.

”You’re such a pathetic, slut, aren’t you, Steve?” Tommy said, half groaning as he thrusted into Steve.

Steve wasn’t answering at first, only whining with his eyes closed and it seems Tommy wasn’t going to have that as he wrapped a hand around that pale neck.

Billy had no idea the short guy had that much power in him. Power to put down the ’King Steve��� like this.

It made something deep inside him purr and he couldn’t help but to grin.

”Aren’t you?!” Hagan yelled and Steve cried.

”Y-yes yes I’m a.. a slut!”

Even if Steve was sobbing, Billy could see he enjoyed this shit. Enjoyed to be called names and thrown around, used like a toy.

Billy wanted to destroy him.

He fully opened the door, having no shame as he walked inside the showers and let out a low whistle at the two.

Tommy’s head snapped at him first, that face red and full with freckles as he took in Billy, brown eyes going a little huge. He slowed down his thrusts which made Steve whine and look up to Tommy, but catching Billy’s eyes before his.

Steve froze and the breath he let out made Billy grin even wider.

”Don’t stop on my account. I was really enjoying the show.” He murmured and the two boys looked a little panicked.

”Hargrove…” Tommy was warning him while moving his arms a little protectively around Steve. Which, Cute.

Hagan clearly still had a soft spot for Harrington.

Billy took a step forward, floor wet and warm under his feet. He hadn’t even realized he had taken off his boots.

When Tommy was about to speak up again, Billy shushed him ”Can I join?”

A beat.

”Huh- What?” That was Steve now, still looking fucked up as he was catching his breath under Tommy.

Billy turned his gaze slowly on him and couldn’t help but to see how the brunette's dick kicked in interest between his legs as Billy slowly looked him up and down.

”I wanna fuck you.” He said, directly at Steve and it made both of the boys gasp.

”Billy—”

”You heard me, Tommy. Let me in on the fun.” He smirked and Tommy bit his bottom lip, giving Steve a glance.

”Or do you not wanna share your little slut?”

Billy could see the way Steve’s body twitched at that and how he tightened around the other’s cock because it made Tommy moan.

”Ah, fuck.” Tommy cursed ”You really want this?”

”Dead serious, Hagan.”

They stared at each other for a while before Steve whined and made them both turn their gazes on him.

”Please…” Steve looked up at them, hair wet and clinging to his forehead as the water ran down his body.

That’s all it took for Tommy and soon he was thrusting into the other again, setting up a rough pace.

Billy slowly opened his belt and slid his zipper down, taking his thick and hard cock from where it had been trapped inside his jeans.

He grinned when both of them moaned at the sight of it.

”Gonna fuck him first.” Tommy got out, not taking his eyes off of Billy’s dick and it made Billy chuckle.

He liked how possessive Tommy was of Steve even if the guy swore he ’hated’ him.

”Hmm.” Billy hummed and moved closer to them.

He wrapped his hand around Steve’s dick which had been left unnoticed and gave it a couple of rough squeezes that made the boy cry out.

”Doing good, pretty boy.”

Steve looked at him and turned more redder than he was.

He gave his cock a small jerk before removing his hand, leaving Steve whining at the loss.

”Not yet.” Was all Billy said before moving behind Tommy.

He wasn’t even giving a shit at this point that his clothes were getting wet. He still had his gym clothes after all.

”Look at him, what a slut.” Billy purred and it made Tommy moan ”Can’t get enough of your dick, huh?”

”Yeah… always fucking begging for it.” Tommy surprisingly got out even with Billy’s hard chest against his back.

Billy laughed and moved his hands to Tommy hips, helping him move and fuck Steve more faster.

He couldn’t keep his eyes away from where the other two were connected. How Steve’s fat ass was sucking Tommy’s dick inside.

Billy wondered how long they had been doing this. How long Steve had been taking Tommy’s cock like this. After they ended their friendship or… before?

They were childhood friends. That he knew. Tommy couldn’t stop talking about Steve. About how he thought he was a ’good guy’ but then left his best friend for some pussy just like that.

Seems like he hadn’t, after all.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tommy suddenly groaned and that’s when he stilled inside Steve, coming inside the other’s tight heat.

Steve let out a satisfied moan and clenched around Tommy.

”Fucking bitch.” Tommy cursed and pulled out, cock shiny with cum. He took a step back to give Billy some space.

”Go on, take your turn. The bitch loves when he’s full.”

Billy grinned at him and slowly moved behind Steve’s body ”Yeah? Fuck him a lot like this?”

He loved the way Tommy’s spent dick kicked and how the freckled boy had to calm his breathing.

”Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And, okay. Billy liked that. He hadn’t really seen this side of Tommy and he really liked it. He thought he was just a prick trying to hate on his old friend and get a new ’King’ to be by his side because he was too miserable, but no.

Billy spat on his dick, giving it a few squeezes. He moved his hands down to Steve’s ass and slowly pulled his ass cheeks apart to see that perfect hole.

”Fuck, Harrington… look at you.” Billy couldn’t help himself as he pushed two of his fingers in and felt how wet and warm his hole was.

Steve whined under him as he tried to push his ass closer.

He really was a fucking slut.

Billy removed his fingers and spread Tommy’s cum on his cock before lining up and pushing in. And holy fucking shit. Billy never thought he’d be able to know what heaven felt like. But this was it.

Steve let out a long moan under him as he was filled with cock, a thick one and couldn’t help how pre cum leaked from his untouched dick.

”Oh my god, so big, Billy, please— Please!” Steve cried out and Tommy put a hand on top of his mouth.

”Keep it down and take it like a good boy.”

Billy groaned at Tommy’s words as he was bottoming inside Steve’s tight heat, his hips flushed with the other’s round and red ass. He moved his hands to rest on Steve’s waist, giving him a little squeeze before pulling out and fucking right back in.

Tommy grinned next to them as he watched Billy start up a rough pace, similar to his which always made Steve’s ass jiggle just right.

”Keep fucking him like that.”

”Don’t tell me what to do, Hagan.” Billy growled, but they exchanged grins before Tommy was dropping to his knees and taking Steve inside his mouth.

Tommy had removed his hand from Steve’s mouth and as he sucked him in, Steve let out a loud moan which echoed inside the showers.

”Fuck, Harrington.” Billy laughed and moved his hand on the brunette’s neck. When he put pressure, Steve choked and it just made Billy smile wider.

Tommy moaned under them as he popped his head with the same pace as Billy fucked Steve and even though choked a couple of times, he didn’t take his mouth off of Steve and Billy couldn’t wait to get some head from Tommy, too.

The water was turning colder little by little, and it made Billy a little giddy to know they’ve almost used all the hot water because the school was a piece of shit, but nothing was stopping the guys as they kept going.

Skin slapping on skin was filling the foggy room. The desperate sounds coming out from Steve’s mouth, groans and moans from Billy’s as he threw his head back and the pleased humming from Tommy as he deep throated his known ’rival’.

This was a situation Billy never thought he’d be in.

But oh did it make him excited.

”I’m close! D-don’t wanna cum yet!” Steve got out and Billy couldn’t agree more as he felt himself getting on the edge.

Tommy popped his mouth off of Steve’s dick and jerked it faster ”Go on, slut. You can cum.”

”Noooo—” Steve whined like a brat as he was trying to keep himself from cumming, but the dick in his ass and the hand on his dick felt so good it was hard to ignore.

”Yes, Steve. Be a good boy and finish.” Billy joined in.

”No, no!”

Billy chuckled and picked up the pace, brutally hitting on the spot that got Steve’s pale skin full with goosebumps.

He really didn’t wanna cum either, trying to hold himself back as much as he could because he never wanted this to end. Billy could see Tommy was holding back too as he was wrapping his hand around his own dick, squeezing it tightly around it as if it helped.

Ah. A competition.

That Billy loved. And he loved winning.

”You look so good on your knees, Tommy. Wanna fuck your mouth, bet you’d look really pretty.”

He grinned when Tommy bit his bottom lip.

”Yeah? Maybe I’d make you suck mine, would reeaally love to hear you shut the fuck up.”

Billy chuckled and smacked Steve’s ass which made the older boy cry, clearly becoming overwhelmed.

”Fuck, is Harrington always this tight? I bet he takes you so well every time and that’s why you can’t get enough even if you pretend to hate him.”

Billy grinned as Tommy moaned weakly.

”B-Billy—” Steve glanced at him, eyes glossy.

”Shh, it’s alright, Steve.” He purred and squeezed his hips.

But he wasn’t stopping the teasing.

”I bet he could take both of us at the same time. Hole just sucking us in as we’d fuck him slow and deep. Make him scream our names as we’d ruin him from everyone else…”

”Fuck!” Tommy cursed, voice high-pitched as he tried not to jerk himself off while Steve whined between them.

But Billy knew he’d got them both.

Because soon Steve was cumming onto Tommy’s face, too overwhelmed with the words Billy was saying and Tommy was right behind him, cum hitting his own stomach and some even hit Steve’s legs.

Billy grinned when he saw others blissed out faces.

He picked up the pace, arms wrapping around Steve’s waist as he chased his own release.

”Gonna fuck you full.” Billy whispered right next to Steve’s ear

”Mhm, yes! Billy!”

Fuck.

He bottomed all the way inside Steve, making the other arch his back and Billy had never cummed so hard in his life.

They were all silent for a while, just a lot of loud breathing as they all tried to come down from their highs.

Someone turned off the shower, thank god and soon they were all sitting down or more like laying down against the cold wall covered with each other's spunk.

Tommy had gotten most of it, but some of it got on Steve and Billy as well when they’d made out for a little.

”Shit…” Billy groaned as his clothes were starting to stick on to him a little too uncomfortably.

But, he really didn’t give a shit. He was too fucked out.

Steve had his eyes closed as he pulled his hair back and Billy swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Steve Harrington.

”You good, Harrington?” He got out, trying not to stare too long at the other guy even though he literally just fucked him.

”Uh-huh… really good, man.” Steve answered with a thump up as he leaned his head against Tommy’s shoulder, giving it a small kiss which made Tommy and Billy look up at each other and Tommy looked nervous for the first time.

It was easy with the sex, but now that things were calming down and the reality was coming more present, Billy realized that there was something more between these two than just hate-sex.

But he didn’t think they guys really knew what it was.

”Yeah,” Tommy broke the silence first, glancing at Steve ”He’s totally out of it.”

It made Steve laugh with a hoarse voice and soon Billy and Tommy were cracking up as well.

[harringroveera]

They’re both so clingy to each other

[adelacreations]

For context I got permission to show everyone these from @half-oz-eddie

I'm sorry anon, are you unaware about what a Maid Cafe is? The point is people regardless of gender are either maids or butlers. I'm SO SO sorry your transphobic ass feels so uncomfortable about the concept of male characters wearing nail polish and lip stick

And that "some have lipstick that's too much" that's Lord Billy, an Resident Evil Village x Stranger Things AU yours truly (me). Lord Billy is genderfluid.

You're frankly a coward to sit there on anon and type those words to the @harringrove-cafe which was designed to bring joy to people's day. We don't tolerate this type of behaviour towards the Cafe OR in the harringrove and Billy Hargrove fandom in general.

Come off of anon and say that shit with your WHOLE chest since you have plenty of words to say about what Billy and the other male characters should and shouldn't wear. Cisgender males wear lipstick and nail polish in real life, does that give you the heebie jeebies too?

You're actually pathetic, get the fuck out of here and back to the vile river of hate that you came from. You're not welcome here.

To everyone else: please show the Cafe alot of love. We artists all had a fun time drawing these for the maid Cafe event!

[hunnystufff]

Thought I could post something again after so long- There are also gonna be Comic pages in a few days if I don't forget about it! (If I do, feel free to scream at me and remind me!) Also; Nearly all items except for the Comics are on sale in my shop right now! And I expanded the Pre-Order Period for the Comics because I had pretty much no time at all to actually advertise for them :') And if you want to support me, the best way is ofc my Patre0n! (Where I've started to live out my current Lokius and Hannigram obsession again-)

[shieldofiron]

Steve is so excited, it's his dream!