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dragonflylady77 · 10 months ago

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i know how i feel about you now

This fic is my present for @spaceofentropy for the Harringrove Corner discord server's valentine exchange (you can find the whole collection right here).

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Thank you @whenyouwishuponastar7 and @discodeviant for the chance, it was so much fun. <3

Without further ado, I present to you... LIMO DRIVER STEVE!!

Billy is back in Hawkins for Max and Lucas's wedding. He might have expected a limo to take them to the church. He wasn't prepared for the limo driver to be Steve Harrington...

“Billy, can you get the door? That should be the limo driver.”

Billy rolled his eyes. A fucking limo?! Was Susan for real?

As he made his way to the front door, Billy decided that he was surprised that a bumfuck town like Hawkins, Indiana, actually had a limo service.

He pulled on the stupid bowtie his sister was making him wear and straightened the jacket of his tuxedo, muttering about Max being lucky he loved her so much he let her use his hard-earned money to pay for the most ridiculous things for her wedding as he opened the door and froze.

Billy simultaneously thanked his lucky stars and wished for the ground to open and swallow him, for, on the front porch of the house he’s helped Susan buy after his dad had fucked off into the sunset, stood his high school crush and former kinda nemesis.

“Well, well, well, Harrington. Long time no see.” Billy couldn’t help the teasing lilt in his voice, dragging his eyes down the length of the man’s body then back up. The black suit and tie he was wearing looked on the cheap side but fit him rather well. His hair was a bit longer than it had been in high school and fuck, he looked good.

“H-Hargove. Hi.” Steve sounded as shocked as he looked, his hands visibly tightening over the driver’s cap he was holding.

Billy forced himself to move his eyes away from Steve’s fingers, instead dragging them to the beauty spots on his neck and hollered, “Maxine, your fancy ride is here!”. He ignored the chattering coming from the living room at his words, knowing Max had been ready to go for some time, despite Susan’s need to find something else that needed doing or fixing.

“Coming!” Max called out, and a moment later she appeared in the doorway, her long red hair plaited in an intricate way and decorated with little sparkling threads.

The ivory dress she was wearing was the one she had picked when she’d come visit Billy in Chicago for the weekend a few months back, and Billy knew it had sparked a long drawn out fight with Susan. Max had won, of course. There was no way she wanted to wear the dress her mother had worn for her wedding to Neil Hargrove and Billy would never fault her for that, traditions be damned.

Billy now knew way more about capped sleeves, sweetheart necklines and the appropriate amount of beading on a bodice that he ever expected or needed to know—wasn’t like he would ever need that knowledge for anything, being extremely gay as he was, but the resulting bonding with Max had been well worth the shopping expedition.

“I, um, I didn’t know you were back in town,” Steve said, bringing Billy’s attention back to him.

The smile stretching his mouth felt easy and he enjoyed the way Steve’s eyes widened. Billy resolved to find a moment to apologize to Steve for what had transpired between them in high school before the day was over. He had changed so much in the past decade, since getting free from under his father’s grip, and he needed to make amends.

“Oh, I’m here for the wedding. I live in Chicago.” Before he could say much more, Billy had to step out of the way so Max could walk out of the house, Susan close behind her. With a sigh, he locked the house while Steve followed the two women to the limo.

***

Steve drove them to Hawkins Presbyterian Church on autopilot, his mind still reeling and going through his interaction with Billy Hargrove.

He didn’t know what he’d expected when he’d got the booking for the Mayfield-Sinclair wedding but it certainly wasn’t to come face-to-face with the guy responsible for his bi awakening wearing a fucking tuxedo, looking like a fucking five-course meal.

As far as Steve or anyone else knew, Billy had high-tailed it back to California the second he’d graduated from high school. One day, Hargrove was walking across the stage in front of Steve, the next his Camaro had vanished in a cloud of dust. No one knew for sure where he’d gone, there had even been rumors his father may have put him in the ground but Sheriff Hopper had squashed those right quick.

Steve delivered his passengers to the church on time, then he parked the limo off to the side, dumped the stupid cap on the passenger seat, and fixed his hair as quickly as he could before following the last of the guests into the church. Lucas had made sure he had an invite but Steve didn’t feel overly comfortable joining the kids (who weren't really kids anymore) at the front of the church, behind family.

He was glad the Party were still friends, even with the Byers moving to California for a few years. He’d been there when Mrs Byers had become Mrs Hopper, right after Will and the other kids had graduated, but he didn’t feel like he was part of their group.

He found an empty row in the back and sat down. Times like these, he missed Robin. They always had the best time people-watching and making up stories about them. He was glad she’d got out, first a scholarship to college in Indianapolis then an internship in New York. She was living her best life, doing something important for some non-profit agency while he languished in Hawkins, driving a ridiculous car for people to make an entrance at events with. At least, he hadn’t ended up working that dead-end job for his father.

Steve’s introspections were cut short by the starting notes of a piano cover of All of Me by John Legend and he turned around. The doors opened and Jane walked in first, wearing a lavender colored dress, followed by Erica, in a similar outfit. Behind them stood Max and Billy, Max looking wonderful in her gown and Billy. Well…

Steve let himself stare. People would assume he was staring at the beautiful bride but his eyes never left her handsome brother. The tuxedo looked like it was made for him, the black pants hugging his thighs in a sinful way that made Steve’s pants feel a bit tighter. His hair was shorter now, darker too, and slicked back, his face with that three-day stubble that Steve was unexpectedly dying to feel against his skin.

Fuck. He willed his eyes shut but it didn’t work. The duo walked past Steve and he could have sworn Billy glanced at him as they did. The siblings finished their walk up the church aisle and Steve decided the back view was as enticing as the front.

If Billy was only there for the wedding, Steve would discreetly stare as much as he could and fill his spank bank.

***

Billy kept an eye on Steve during the reception to make sure he wasn’t leaving before they could have a little chat. He was sitting at a table towards the back of the church hall, with some people Billy didn’t recognize. Probably some of Susan’s workmates or something. He wondered why Steve wasn’t sitting at the same table as the Weird Kids Brigade.

The speeches had taken forever—Billy had kept his on the short side, but then each member of the Dork Squad had wanted to add anecdotes and fun stories about the happy couple. The food was nicer than Billy had expected and Max had punched him in the shoulder when he’d said as much, telling him to quit bitching about Hawkins.

The bridal couple had done the first dance, then he’d waltzed with Max while Lucas took a turn with Susan and now the dancing portion of the evening had finally started and Billy was free from any more obligations.

Time to find that pretty boy and get his groveling shoes on.

Billy slowly made his way to the table he’d seen Steve at but when he got there, there was no sign of him. The old biddy with the bad perm and too tight gold dress told him Steve had ducked out to check on the limo. Billy smiled as he thanked her and headed for the closest exit.

The car was easy to find, and Billy spotted Steve leaning against the side of it. Steve brought something up to his mouth and took a drag out of it. The cloud from the vape billowed around Steve and Billy had never felt jealous of an inanimate object before—it was a weird feeling.

“Those things can kill you, you know, pretty boy” he called out as he walked closer, feeling Steve’s eyes on him again and liking it. A lot.

Steve chuckled and Billy wanted to kiss him on his stupid mouth and eat the chuckle from his lips.

“About as much as those Marlboro Reds you were always sucking on in high school,” Steve said, shaking his head as Billy came to a stop a foot away from him.

“Well, yanno,” Billy started, leaning against the car next to Steve, and bumping shoulders with him.

Steve offered him the vape and when Billy shook his head, Steve shrugged and took another inhale.

“Sucking on Reds was always less likely to get me beaten to death by my old man than sucking on dick was,” Billy said, stifling a laugh when Steve choked on his mouthful of air. He patted Steve’s back a couple of times until the coughing died down.

“Jesus, Hargrove, warn a guy.”

“Sorry, man, I thought you knew.”

“That you were gay or that your dad was an asshole?”

Billy shrugged. It wasn’t like it mattered anymore. “Either. Both.”

He turned his head to look at Steve and found him staring. “What?”

“Nothing. I…” Steve shook his head and stopped talking.

Billy took it as his cue. “Anyway, I wanted to apologize to you. For how I was in high school. My home life was shit and I took it out on you and I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, Billy.” Steve put his vape back in his jacket pocket and looked down at his shoes. “Max, um, Max told the kids about how bad things were for you back then.”

“Yeah?” Billy was surprised Max had been willing to open up that much with so many people, but he guessed she’d probably told Jane and Lucas and it had spread from there.

“It was, um, once your dad had left. Once they figured he wasn’t coming back, I mean.”

It had taken a few years and a lot of therapy for Billy to get over being abandoned by another parent, even if Neil barely deserved the title. Then a lot of coaxing by Max for Billy to try and build some kind of a relationship with Susan. It had worked and they were family now. But he wasn’t about to tell Steve that. He’d come to apologize and he’d done that.

Billy rubbed a hand over his face then looked up at the sky, wondering how different life could have been if he had stayed. He wouldn’t be earning as much as he was currently as a sports agent in Chicago, that was for sure, but maybe he wouldn’t feel so lonely all the time.

“Billy?” Steve’s voice was soft and Billy felt a warm shoulder press against his. It felt nice.

“Yeah?” he whispered, keeping his eyes on the stars above them, leaning against the limo.

“Was that the only reason?” Steve moved closer and now they were touching from shoulder to hip. Billy dug his nails into the palm of his hands to stop himself from reaching out.

“What?” Billy stopped looking at the stars to look at Steve instead, confused.

“Was your dad being an asshole the only reason you were constantly riding my ass in high school?” Steve asked, that soft tone threatening to undo Billy’s composure faster than his choice of words.

Maybe it was time to tell the truth…

“No…”

“About that…” Steve reached out and slid his fingers between Billy’s and just like that, they were holding hands. Billy’s brain blue screened then rebooted when Steve moved to stand in front of him, Billy’s legs spreading without conscious thought on his part to accommodate Steve.

There was something in Steve’s brown eyes that kept Billy captive. Billy started to wonder if maybe it had always been there. He heard the words fall out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“I had a massive crush on you and I knew my dad would kill me if he found out. He moved us here from Cali after he figured out I liked guys and I couldn’t risk it, even if you hadn’t been straight.”

Steve moved his hands, fingers trailing up Billy’s arms until he could wrap them around Billy’s neck. “Meeting you made me realize I wasn’t as straight as I thought. It took me a while to work it out, and by then, you’d left Hawkins.”

“Pretty boy…” Billy’s brain was playing catch up but his body didn’t have the same problem as his hands gripped Steve’s hips and pulled him closer.

“Turns out you weren’t the only one with a massive crush…” Steve said, moving his left thigh between Billy’s legs and leaning forward.

Billy groaned at the sudden pressure on his crotch, his fingers tightening on Steve’s sides, eyelids fluttering when Steve’s mouth found his neck. “Fuck, Steve…”

“Such a mouth on you, still,” Steve said, his lips a mere inch away from Billy’s, then Billy’s brain whited out because Steve was kissing him.

It took Billy a few seconds to get with the program and start kissing Steve back, but then he was all in—hands roaming, thighs pressing, tongues tangling. Years of pining and yearning came crashing down on him and Billy was two seconds from shooting his load in his tuxedo pants when Steve ended the kiss.

Panting like they’d gone for a full quarter on the court, they stayed leaning on each other, the music from the party reaching them faintly. Billy started laughing when he recognized the song.

“Listen,” he said when Steve looked at him, a question in his eyes. Steve’s eyes crinkled when he heard the lyrics.

“Fitting…”

Can we bring yesterday back around?

'Cause I know how I feel about you now

I was dumb, I was wrong, I let you down

But I know how I feel about you now

“I’d say. Wanna get out of here, pretty boy?” Billy asked, one arm around Steve’s waist, his free hand sliding down to grab Steve’s ass. The moan that came out of Steve’s mouth was worth it.

“Yes. God. Fuck, yes, please.” Steve rested his forehead against Billy’s collarbone. His words were a bit muffled after that. “Take me away from this place, this town, this state.”

Billy laughed at how eager Steve was, then his words registered and he looked down. “Steve?”

“I’m sorry.” Steve sighed and lifted his head, avoiding eye contact. He looked dejected and lost, and it made something in Billy’s chest break. “Too much, too soon, sorry. Forget I said that. I’ll just… go home.” He attempted to take a step back but Billy moved both hands to cup Steve’s face and stop him in his tracks.

“Steven Middlename Harrington, I’ve been in love with you for literal years and now that I know you want me back, you really think I’m not gonna do everything in my power to make this work?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Billy dropped a kiss on Steve’s mouth but didn't linger. He dropped his hands to Steve’s waist again, fingers tracing along the waistband of Steve’s pants. “Do you have to drive anyone home tonight or are you free to go?”

“I’ve been done since we got here. That was my only booking today. The bridal party has arranged taxis to get home or wherever they’re headed so I could, and I quote, ‘party like it’s 1999’.”

Billy laughed at the look on Steve’s face when he used air quotes, and wondered which one of Max’s friends told him that. His money was on Henderson.

“So I have you all to myself?” he asked, feeling something warm unfurl inside his chest at the happy smile on Steve’s face.

“For as long as you want.” Steve toyed with the edges of Billy’s bowtie, his eyes dipping to Billy’s mouth then back up.

“What if I want forever?” He had to ask, okay?

Steve grinned, pulling on the ends of the bowtie and dragging it off Billy’s neck before shoving it in his pocket. “Please refer to my previous statement regarding taking me away from here.”

“Do you mean it?” Billy undid the top two buttons of his shirt, finally feeling like he could breathe properly and tangled a hand in Steve’s tie.

“Yes, Billy. I do. I love you. There’s nothing for me in Hawkins except memories and I’d rather make new ones with you.”

“Well, then, pretty boy…” Billy pulled Steve by his tie, his breath fanning on Steve’s plump bottom lip he couldn’t wait to nibble on. “Ever had sex in a limo?”

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dragonflylady77 · 10 months ago

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🤭🤭🤭

I love you 💗

I am so so glad you loved it because i had so much fun writing it.

@dragonflylady77 wrote a fic for me for Valentine exchage we're both in, and you're gonna go and read it, okay? There's Billy, back in Hawkins for Max and Lucas' wedding. And there's a limo that will bring Max to the church. And most of all, there's a limo driver who is none other than Billy's old crush from high school, Steve Harrington.

Go. Read it. Show it some love. Do it for me.

I'll be in my corner crying happy tears, you just go and read a good fic!

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #valentine exchange #harringrove fic rec #dragonflylady77 #limo driver steve harrington

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shares-a-vest · 1 year ago

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@eddiemonth Day 8: Rockstar, Confident

Word Count: 952 Rating: T | cw: No Happy Ending, Break-Up Fic, No Resolution, Hurt No Comfort My first post for Eddie Month! With this event's prompts, I reallyyy want to challenge myself and write things I typically wouldn't/haven't so far. I'm sorry for starting out a week late with a no-happy-ending fic, I didn't mean for it to work out this way 😭😅 Thanks to both Lex and Lex for creating and hosting this event 💖💖💖

Since he was a boy, listening to a healthy combination of his mother's records and any and every radio station his dad could tune into, Eddie dreamed of being a rockstar.

When he was six, his grandma gifted him a battery-operated plastic microphone with sound effects. Later when he first moved in with his uncle and the Munson family had dwindled down to just the two of them, Wayne brought home an acoustic guitar from Goodwill.

Eddie practised and played away, sometimes for hours too long until underdeveloped callouses stung and bled. Wayne helped him paint 'This Machine Slays Dragons' on it so he could be just like Woody Guthrie, one of his mom's favourites.

He soon found his fellow bandmates in Jeff, Gareth and George. Gareth offered up his garage and Jeff came up with the name Corroded Coffin. Eddie and George made merch and drew up posters.

They practised and played until Gareth's mother kicked them out of the garage, complaining about what the neighbours might think of their noisy metal thrashing. They entered the Battle of the Bands contest in middle school, then started playing at The Hideout perhaps a few years too early for a handful of drunks who probably weren't listening anyway.

Then they spent the next few years scrimping and saving between jobs, travelling to other towns in his shitty van until they found an even shittier (but bigger) van and a studio that was willing to give them a booking to record a demo.

They shopped it around for a good long while as Eddie turned on his charm.

And one day they got a chance.

George called Eddie, frantically talking about a producer who wanted to re-record the demo with an expert on hand, all the while promising more music and a meeting with a potential manager.

And if all that wasn't enough, Eddie found himself with none other than Steve Harrington by his side.

After a good few years of pining and failed dates and the temporary comfort of other people, they finally got their act together. It was Christmas, just a few months after the demo got picked up. They kissed out on Claudia Henderson's front porch with snow falling around them as they promised each other more.

Then Corroded Coffin made it.

The perks came fast. Money – oh-so-much fucking money! Private cars and drivers to take them anywhere they wanted. Touring around the world and sightseeing between gigs. Adoring fans. Photoshoots. Magazine covers, interviews and TV spots.

Eddie always maintained it was about the music, though. The rush, the confidence and power it gave him to be performing on stage. Whether it be The Hideout or a goddamn stadium. It filled his soul from the moment he stepped on stage until the band finished their encore.

But most of all, he had Steve by his side. Always.

Until he didn't.

Until the night he got back to their hotel room, a swanky penthouse overlooking New York City that they always stayed in. They were barely a night out from returning back to the States from a quick promo tour in Europe for the new album.

Steve had left a note scrawled in his messy handwriting on the hotel's branded notepad.

'Going to Robin's' is all it said.

Eddie was angry at the time. He balled the note up in his fist and hurled it across the room.

At the time he was pissed because Steve was acting all bitchy pouty at the airport after barely speaking a word to him the whole flight. Then he was tapping away incessantly on the limo's middle armrest the whole car ride, looking at the window with his stupid Tom Cruise sunglasses on.

At the time he guessed it had something to do with the last night in Amsterdam. The band had a gig, the last one and Eddie just wanted some quiet so he skipped out on dinner, telling their security to pass the message on to Steve.

But it was just a tiff, right? Steve knew what it was like – how exhausting being on the road could get sometimes.

He thought Steve knew what the deal was, that he didn't mean anything by not going to dinner. Hell, Steve was used to a last-minute change of plans after years of this, right?

At least that's what Eddie told himself until Steve didn't call.

Or come back.

So, Eddie called Robin's number. No answer.

Then he asked Jeff to call, even their manager. Still nothing.

A call to Wayne made it real though.

"Eddie," his uncle had sighed, voice low and impossibly disappointed.

And then everything he had gained came to mean nothing.

As Eddie now stands at the door to Robin's apartment in Chicago, he knows he fucked up. Knows that it won't be easily forgiven.

Knows that Robin will probably cut his dick off if she arrives home from... Which gallery had she moved to, again? Steve told him. Weeks ago... months? He thinks...

He should have asked his publicist to look up the name of the gallery along with Buckley's address.

His stomach drops and tears begin to fall as Steve opens the door.

"Oh," his boyfr – Steve – mutters as his brows quickly knit together.

Eddie slaps his hand onto the doorframe, chancing the guy slamming the door shut and thus smooshing his guitar-wielding digits.

But then Steve rips off his wire-framed glasses and presses the heels of his palms into his reddening eyes.

"How could you just forget about me?" he sobs, his whole body shaking.

And Eddie is confident the sound of Steve choking on his own breath as he cries will haunt him for the rest of his life.

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alwaysthesitter · 1 year ago

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📸 or ☕️ (Celebrity AU)

He had another photoshoot in New York City that day, having just flown back after a full week event in Los Angeles. This time he was modeling the new Prada line for Vogue magazine, being told he would be both the cover and centerfold. This wasn't new to a guy like Steve Harrington, whose face had always been told it was made to be in photos, and who was constantly emblazoned on media material due to what he was told was his handsome features and boyish charm. Even as he his limosine was pulling into Times Square, Steve had seen his face on one of the ever-changing billboards; a perfume ad he had shot a few months back in Milan.

"This is your stop, Mr. Harrington." The limo driver had announced, Steve smiling and clapping the back of the leather seat that the driver was in. "Call me Steve. Seriously, man. Mr. Harrington is my dad, and we both know how I feel about him." Steve smiled, pulling a hundred out of his wallet and tipping the driver. He was a good guy, someone that had worked for Steve for quite some time. Steve had made sure to cut off his family as soon as he was legal to in the business, not wanting them to profit from his success, especially as they had hardly provided for him in his youth.

Getting out of the limosine, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes, Steve was already met with cameras surrounding him. Truly, he didn't get it. Being a world famous model who had quite a lot of wealth and popularity was a thing, but it wasn't like he was Tom Cruise or Michael J. Fox. He pushed past the papparazzi into the building where the shoot was taking place, making his way to the fourth floor. It was bustling with individuals trying to get ready, trying to do their jobs, Steve seeing the set up of plain white background and lights in every direction. He removed his coat, moving over to the designer who was instantly squealing at him, grabbing his face and pinching his cheeks.

He had been halfway through putting on the clothes from the new line when he had heard the shriek, a shatter of a window, eyes widening. He knew that this building was filled with a lot of rich people, celebrities came through here all the time, and he wasn't surprised if it was to be a burglary of some sort. All he knew was that it was important to keep low, hide behind the changing door, don't make himself too well known - well, that was a laugh, because Steve as a human was well known regardless.

@defectivexfragmented

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theemporium · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! Could I request something with 38 from the smut list with Steve?

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy, love! i got lazy on editing so lets just hope there is no major mistakes🤡

38. “as beautiful as you look, all i want to do is rip that dress off right now.”

Senior prom was something everyone looked forward to in their last year of high school.

The hype surrounding the event in the weeks approaching, ballots and votes going out for prom king and queen, tickets being bought and outrageous promposals being thrown right, left and centre.

It was hard to avoid. It was hard to miss. And there was no doubt in every student’s mind that prom was the one event nobody could miss. It was practically social suicide to miss senior prom, everybody and their gran knew that.

And yet here you were, nails digging into the leather seats of the stretch limo because your boyfriend was so damn insatiable he didn’t care about senior prom or anything else for that matter.

He hadn’t cared the moment you opened the door, bright eyes and adoring smile, standing in the doorway looking like a goddess in your prom dress. Despite how many times he annoyed you about it, you wouldn’t tell him anything about your dress except the colour so he could buy a matching tie.

And now, Steve was almost resentful because if he knew how damn good you were going to look, he would have skipped prom in the first place.

But you took his hand, made some comment about his theatrical need for a limo and Steve was rendered so speechless that he didn’t even fight you as you pulled him into the backseat with you. Hell, it took him a solid few minutes to get his bearings about him before he could even utter a full sentence at how beautiful you looked.

Steve had lasted about a solid thirty minutes in the decorated gym before the lingering touches and wandering hands became too much for either of you.

He had no issues dragging you on the squeaky dance floor, pushing through the throng of dressed up students and towards the school exit.

Steve pushed you towards the door of the limo, making his way to the driver’s seat to whisper something to the suited man before he wandered off, no doubt around fifty bucks wealthier, before he followed you into the back of the limo.

“Steve—”

He was on you before you could even finish your sentence, his hands holding your face and his lips on yours. He made you breathless and warm and god, Steve Harrington was addictive.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, baby,” his whispered words felt ticklish against your inner thighs. “So pretty, like a fucking angel.”

“Shit,” you breathed out, head falling back against the headrest. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about your hair, the pins digging into the back of your head but it didn’t even matter. Nothing but the boy kneeling between your legs mattered.

Steve pushed the dress further up your legs, the tight material bunching just below your panties. “And this dress, sweetheart,” he let out a low groan, pressing a kiss just above your knee. “As beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now.”

You shot him a look. “You rip this dress and you’re paying for it, Harrington.”

“I’ll buy you every fucking dress you want,” Steve retorted, not even ashamed of his own cockiness as his hands slid up the sides of your legs and pulled your panties down with them. “Anything that makes you happy.”

Your fingers glided through his hair, the action causing his eyes to flutter. “You make me happy, Stevie.”

“Such a sweet talker,” he muttered before dipping his head back down between your thighs, guiding your legs over his shoulder and giving them a loving squeeze.

Suddenly, everything about prom seemed useless. Who cared about dressing up and dancing all night in uncomfortable shoes? Who cared about dates and promposals and spending the night drinking spiked with someone you aren’t even sure you like? Who cared about any of it?

Because honestly, you couldn’t give a damn about any of the big prom milestones people spend years after high school talking about. You didn’t care because you could look back on your senior prom night and smile with pride saying you spent the night having your boyfriend eat you out in the back of a limo.

“Love the noises you make,” he groaned against your cunt, his nose nudging your swollen clit and his hands reaching out to keep your hips pinned to the seat as you squirmed beneath him. “Always so responsive.”

“You make me feel good,” you whined out, heels digging slightly into his back but he didn’t seem bothered. If anything, it only goaded him further.

His tongue lapped you up, running along your slit and teasing your clit just to hear the choked out noise you made when his lips wrapped around the nub. He placed sloppy kisses up and down your cunt, groaning at the shameless wet noises that echoed through the limo.

His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs when he felt you tensing beneath him, his tongue working against you as you felt your first orgasm of the night wash over you. And when he placed a kiss over your sensitive clit, your body shaking beneath him, he knew one wouldn’t be enough.

Steve Harrington was insatiable when it came to you, and he would be damned if he didn’t ravish you on a bed for the rest of the night.

“Where are you going?” you called out, slumped back against the seats, voice breathy and a little whiny as Steve pressed a chaste kiss to your thigh before making his way towards the door, hand adjusting the growing tent in his trousers.

“Gonna get the driver to take us home,” Steve said, not a care in the world that his lips and chin were glistening. “Told you I wanted to rip that dress off you, baby.”

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for spending Halloween with Steve and Robin

Steve Harrington/Robin Buckley x reader

warnings:

a/n: troy harrington troy harrington hes steves brother i swear to god

prompt: anonymous: “If requests are still open could you do some hcs for spending halloween with steve and robin from stranger things?”

steve wasn’t so much of a party guy anymore

“i’m mature now, guys” -steve

*cue you and robin BURSTING into laughter immediately*

steve was so offended

and robin, she had some ideas of her own

“we should go to old man mccorkle’s farm and pick out some pumpkins to carve” -robin

“steve can barely walk in a straight line, do you really want him holding a knife?” -you

“we’ll have him paint his instead”

“not fair!” -steve

steve obviously drove you guys there

you and robin sat in the back seat

“hey, did one of you guys want to sit up front with me?” -steve

“no, this is so much cooler. we feel like we’re in a limo and you’re our driver!” -you

(pls tell me you guys caught that reference from the office s6:e4)

steve just kept knocking on pumpkins and mumbling “hollow”

you and robin just ignored him

you guys found some big ass pumpkins!!

and made steve carry them

actually he offered

“i’m somewhat of a gentleman myself”

“whatever you say, steve” -robin

you went back to steve’s house for carving

“you kids better not get any pumpkin guts on my floor!” -mrs. harrington

“yes, ma’am”

carving was a nightmare

your designs did not turn out like you had imagined

“what’s yours supposed to be, y/n?” -robin

“...a bat”

*snorting*

“THAT’S NOT VERY NICE OF YOU GUYS”

making everyone save the seeds

s a v e t h e s e e d s

for some reason steve was allowed to light the candles

“oh my god there’s pumpkin guts on the floor”

“CLEAN IT BEFORE MOMMA HARRINGTON SEES”

you cleaned those seeds for a whileeee

but you finally popped em in the oven

watching poltergeist while you waited on your snacks

“i will never sleep again” -steve

“don’t be dramatic, steve” -robin

“no, he’s right. im with him on this one” -you

*oven dings*

“PUMPKIN SEEEEEEDS”

tossing the seeds at each other to try and catch them in ur mouths

it wasnt going well

you guys got seeds and salt all over the floor

“steve it’s your house, you vacuum” -robin

“no!”

you laid on top of both robin and steve

they kept tickling you

“steve, when your brother comes home from trick or treating, i think we should steal his candy” -you

“have fun with that, troy’ll probably pull a knife on you” -steve

“wait, you have a brother?” -robin

“yes???”

troy came home and secured a pail of candy

you just decided to ask nicely

“troy, can i have a few twix bars?” -you

“only if the girl ovee there gives me a kiss” -troy

“ew, gross! what the hell is wrong with you harringtons?” -robin

it was sorta chill after that, the three of you had to go home sooner or later

“do you guys wanna see something spooky?” -steve

*pulls out the bat with the nails in it and starts practicing swinging*

“woah, watch it there, steve” -you

he ended up driving you and robin home

you never wanted this night to end :(

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pretty-bois · 6 years ago

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i want to know what love is

It’s prom night at Hawkins High.

“Max no no wait you’re doing it wrong. It’s supposed to go over and then under!”

“If you know how, then why don’t you just do it yourself?”

“I can’t do it on myself, that’s so much harder.”

“God Billy, why are you so difficult?”

“Because I’m fucking gay Max. Is the rainbow bow tie not obvious enough?” He gestured exaggeratedly at his neck. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Idiot. Ok. . . Done. Close your eyes.” Max held his shoulders and twisted him to face the mirror.

“Open.” He opened his eyes and saw the entire look for the first time.

“Maxine, are you my fairy godmother? I look hot as hell.” He ran his fingers lightly over the silver glitter on his cheeks and repositioned the lone curl on his forehead.

“Shut up, Billy.”

“Seriously though,” he turned to look at her, “thank you.”

She smiled up at him, “You’re welcome. Now go, you can’t keep your date waiting.”

He checked his watch.

“Ah damn you’re right, I have to leave like now. Wish me luck, kid.” He ruffled her hair, grabbed his keys, and was almost out the front door when Max called after him.

“Billy! You dumbass, you forgot the weird little flower thing!”

“Oh shit yeah, the boutonnière, thanks!”

“I swear you made that word up. Good luck, be safe!”

Billy got into the Camaro and turned up the radio. He hadn’t stopped thinking about this night for weeks.

He was so damn ready.

———

Steve wasn’t ready. Not ready at all.

He was still doing his hair when the doorbell rang.

“Shit. . . ” He hissed under his breath. He hadn’t even finished getting dressed yet. But that’s what happens when you spend more than an hour doing your hair.

“Steve! Billy’s here!” His mom called from downstairs.

“Yeah, hang on, I’m kinda almost ready!”

Steve jumped around his room, trying to get his pants on while searching for his suit jacket. After too many minutes, he found the black jacket hanging behind an ungodly amount of sweaters in his closet. He didn’t have time to think about how it definitely shouldn’t have been there because his mom ironed it like an hour earlier, so he instead added another layer of hairspray to his already thoroughly sprayed hair. Steve checked himself out in the mirror, adjusting his rainbow bow tie.

“STEVE!” His mom yelled from the stairs.

“COMING!” He quickly scanned his room to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything before running down the stairs, only to stop dead in his tracks when he made it to the bottom.

Billy was standing by his mom in an all-white suit—excluding their matching bow ties—and he looked gorgeous. His hair was perfectly curled. His eyes were so, so blue with the dark lining around them. They made Steve’s heart flutter and his eyes kinda blur.

“Billy you look. . .”

———

“Nowhere near as good as you, pretty boy. You’re. . . stunning.” Billy breathed. He was pissed at the English language for not having a word good enough to describe how beautiful Steve looked in his dark suit. Steve looked so classically handsome it physically hurt Billy.

He still found it hard to believe that Steve, King Fucking Steve, was his date to prom.

His boyfriend.

His.

“Oh boys, you both look so nice, now stop before you make me cry!” Steve’s mom was fanning her face with one hand, the other on Billy’s shoulder nudging him forward. “Now go stand next to him! I need a picture of the two of you!”

Billy walked over to Steve and slid an arm around his waist. He held him tight and smiled wide when the camera flashed. He leaned over and kissed Steve’s cheek for the next picture. Steve was bright red when he moved away, and even without seeing it, Billy knew that picture would be his favorite.

Steve was rolling his eyes and fidgeting when he impatiently asked, “What happened to a picture, mom?”

“Oh calm down, I’m almost done. We can’t skip the boutonnières, you need to put them on each other.” She handed Steve a little red rose to pin onto Billy’s lapel.

“Boot- What the hell did you just say?” Billy was holding in a laugh when he replied.

“Boutonnière, babe. It’s what the little flower’s called.” Steve’s cheeks reddened again.

“Oh. That’s dumb.”

“I know Stevie, I know.”

After much difficulty, one pricked finger, and too many pictures, Mrs. Harrington finally set down the camera and stared at the boys for a second before wiping away a tear and waving them off.

“Ok ok, go! Be safe! Have fun! Be young! And. . . Call me if you need anything, ok?”

“Don’t have to tell us twice,” Steve responded, both he and Billy pointedly ignoring her last comment. Steve reached for Billy’s hand to drag him out the door.

———

“After you, Princess.” Billy said with a grin, opening the door to the Camaro for Steve to step inside.

“Wow, what a gentleman.” He fake swooned and fell gracefully into his seat. Steve could hear Billy laughing as he walked around the car to get to the driver’s side. Steve was buzzing in his seat. He had had only one thing on his mind since he saw Billy standing at the bottom of the stairs.

As soon as Billy was inside and his door was shut, Steve jumped on him and their lips met in a frenzied kiss. (Their foreheads met too, but neither of them cared enough to mention it.) Billy spoke first when Steve pulled away to kiss his neck.

“Mm, what’s gotten into you?”

“Baby. . .” Steve muttered through the kiss, “your eyes. You need to wear this stuff every day.” Steve kissed his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. “Almost couldn’t control myself in front of my mom.”

“Damn. . . “ Billy chuckled, “If I did it every day I wouldn’t get this reaction from you, now would I?” Billy tilted his head to catch Steve’s mouth and he kissed him slowly.

“But,” he said while pulling back and gently pushing away a whining Steve, “we’re gonna be really late if we keep this up. And I don’t know how great of an idea it’d be to make a grand entrance.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve said, stealing a few short kisses and reluctantly sitting back to buckle his seatbelt. “I get to choose the music though,” he popped open the glove compartment, “because you so harshly declined my advances.”

“Oh calm down you drama queen.”

“King, actually,” Steve corrected, “which would make you my queen.” He picked out a cassette with a small pleased noise and slid it into the player. Billy groaned at the first notes, but Steve could tell he wasn’t serious.

“Really? Cyndi Lauper? ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’?”

“You did this to yourself, Hargrove, it was in your car.”

“Remind me to throw that out later.”

“Stop talking and sing with me!”

“God, I love you so much, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you more babe. Now SING!”

———

Billy pulled into a spot in the back of the parking lot and turned off the car. They sat quietly for a minute, watching limos pass by and already-drunk teenagers run into the building in tuxedos and puffy-sleeved dresses.

“You ready for this?” Steve asked, breaking the silence, the mood drastically different than it was just moments before. Billy had desperately tried not to let the reality of their situation sink in, and it had worked until Steve spoke. Yeah it was stupid, but he had just wanted to feel normal, so he shoved it to the back of his mind for weeks and simply didn’t think about it.

He hadn’t thought about how it’d be received when he walked through those doors with Steve on his arm. They were both out and had to deal with assholes being assholes on a daily basis. Most people were alright about it, but the people who weren’t were much more vocal. And physical. So they were careful not to give people any fuel for their fiery hatred. They never kissed, never hugged, never touched. They didn’t even high-five for fuck's sake. So he’d just. . . never thought about what would happen when people saw them acting like a couple.

Maybe he only thought about how when Steve had asked him to go to prom his heart got all fluttery and his stomach flipped and his face turned all red. Maybe he had hidden behind his strawberry milkshake in their corner booth at the diner and said, “C’mon Harrington don’t fuck with me.” Maybe Steve had run his fingers over Billy’s on the table and whispered “I’m being serious, Billy. I really wanna take you. Will you be my date to prom?” And maybe Billy had been smiling just a little bit when he agreed to the plans.

Billy knew Steve really wanted this. So he just remembered how adorable Steve had been when he had asked him and pushed the doubt to the side.

“Am I ready?” Billy repeated, a small smile lingering from the memory, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He turned to show Steve a bigger, slightly forced smile and decided with a burst of confidence that if he’s actually doing this, he’s gonna go all in.

“Will you hold my hand when we walk in?”

Steve contemplated it for a second. “Are you sure you want that?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“Then of course, baby.”

Both of them got out, Billy rounding the car to get to Steve’s side. As soon as one of Steve’s hands was free, Billy twined their fingers together.

Very quickly he realized he had exaggerated his confidence a bit in his head. He didn’t feel great outside of his car. Everything felt a lot more real. He grabbed his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and shook one out with his free hand. Inhaling deeply as Steve lit it, he wondered why Steve thought this was a good idea. Billy’s not exactly the type for school dances, that much is made obvious by the flask he has hidden in his waistband.

A thought struck him, and he started tightening and loosening his grip. He was holding Steve’s hand because he was scared, but that small gesture could be what gets them both punched.

Fuck.

He wanted to let go. So he tried to let go.

Steve glanced over and lifted their hands to press a kiss to the back of Billy’s.

Steve looked at him meaningfully, “No. Don’t let go. Please don’t. Promise you won’t?”

Billy knew he meant so much more than he had said.

Don’t leave me.

Don’t hit anyone.

Don’t give anyone a reason to hit us.

And he was overwhelmed by how well Steve knew him, so he took a long final drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the pavement and replying.

“I won’t let go. I promise.”

He hoped Steve didn’t let go either.

They walked up to the doors together, and were immediately met by “Juke Box Hero” and whispers from everyone around them.

———

Steve was kinda fucking nervous.

But literally nothing compares to the fear one feels when facing living nightmares with mouths for faces while wielding only a nail bat in an attempt to protect a group of kids hiding in a decrepit bus behind you. So when they were jostled by an “accidental” shove, he just held Billy’s hand tighter and continued inside.

“Well well well, look at what we have here!” Steve could feel his stomach sinking. When he and Billy came out, they had both quickly lost their popularity and fell to the lowest ranks of the high school hierarchy. The change wouldn’t have been so drastic or nearly as bothersome, had it not been for Tommy H. He had gone around the school recruiting every single person he could find to ruin their lives. Now, Tommy was the president of the unofficial “We Hate Gays” club and their main targets (and only targets, really) were Billy and Steve.

Steve had hoped he would already be too drunk to give them any trouble. Unfortunately, he was very sober and had his gang of homophobes backing him up. So he just rolled his eyes and tried to look disinterested.

“Jesus Tommy, why do you feel the need to talk like a stereotypical villain?” Tommy’s face reddened.

“Shut the fuck up, Harrington.” He shoved Steve’s shoulder, and quiet gasps could be heard from the crowd they had gathered.

“Tommy,” Billy spoke through gritted teeth, “don’t.”

“Oh? Didn’t like that? A little protective of our boyfriend now, are we?”

“C’mon man, leave us alone. We just want to enjoy ourselves like everyone else. Go get drunk and make out with Carol in a corner or something.” Tommy chuckled harshly at Steve’s words, “Oh you’d love to see that, wouldn’t you? Sadly, no alcohol this year. Teachers are cracking down and they’ve got some police chaperoning, making sure no one spikes the punch.” Tommy thought for a moment. “But maybe it’s a good thing they’re here, they can help enforce the strict ‘no fags allowed’ policy.”

“And who exactly instituted that rule?” Billy asked. Something in him had changed. Moments before he was ready to snap, but now he looked perfectly calm, bored even. Steve, however, knew that it was all a facade because he could feel Billy’s short nails digging painfully into the back of his hand.

But he didn’t dare let go.

“Steve, buddy, as someone who has attended since freshman year, please tell me: have you ever seen queers at prom?“ He didn’t want to answer, because he knew the answer was no. So after a moment of silence, Tommy laughed.

“Exactly! You haven’t. Because this,” he gestured at them, namely their interlocked fingers, “this is disgusting. So, yeah, maybe it’s not written down anywhere. Because it doesn’t need to be.”

Before, Steve was just irritated, but those comments made his blood boil. And Tommy wasn’t done.

“If I’m being honest with you guys, I really didn’t think you’d have the balls to show up together. I heard some rumors, and I thought, ‘Only an idiot would show up to prom with another guy!’ But then again, we both know you’ve never been the brightest, Stevie.” Tommy reached out and ruffled his hair. It took everything in his power not to punch him in the fucking jaw while his dumb anti-gay posse watched.

“Fuck off. We’re not bothering anyone.” Tommy’s entire group broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Oh come ON Harrington! You really think you’re not bothering anyone? Hm?” Tommy stepped right up into Steve’s space, and he could feel his breath hot on his face when he whispered.

“You’re. Not. Normal. For you to think that it’d be fine for you two to waltz on in here just like everyone else is fucking hilarious. No one, I repeat, no one wants you here. Frankly, no one wants you anywhere. You should go and jump in that fancy Camaro together and drive right off the edge of the quarry. You’d be doing us all a favor.”

At that, Billy swung first.

———

He promised Steve he wouldn’t let go.

And he didn’t. At first.

Because he has two fists to punch with.

And Tommy’s face desperately needed rearranging.

Chaos erupted after the initial blow. The words Tommy had uttered were too familiar for Billy, and he knew Steve realized that. Steve squeezed his hand before letting go and allowing Billy to do what he needed to do.

Which was to beat the ever-loving shit out of Tommy.

Who was surprisingly scrappy, getting a few good hits in, but that doesn’t mean Billy didn’t have him down on the ground in a matter of seconds.

Girls were screaming, a few guys jumped in and joined the fight from both sides. But it didn’t last long at all before someone was pulling Billy up.

“HEY HEY HEY! Break it up! Break it up!”

Big hands dragged Billy away from Tommy. He immediately stopped flailing and swinging when he was hauled back, and it’s a good thing too because the hands on his arms belonged to none other than the Chief.

Most of the crowd quickly disappeared into the gym when they noticed Hopper, but Steve, Billy, and Tommy were all being held in place by various teachers as well as Hopper himself.

“Does someone want to explain to me what the hell is happening here?” He asked calmly in the fresh silence. All three boys started talking at once, and Hopper wasn’t having it.

“HEY!” He bellowed, “Let’s try that again. ONE person tell me what’s going on. You,” He pointed at Tommy, “Go.”

Tommy cleared his throat obnoxiously before he spoke.

“Well, these fags are trying to get in and ruin prom for everyone else and obviously, that can’t happen. I was just trying to help everyone out by making them leave.” Hopper rubbed his face with the hand not holding Billy and looked daggers at Tommy.

“First of all, watch your damn language. Now, Steve, can you tell me your version of what happened here?”

Steve looked completely calm talking to the Chief and Billy was never more grateful for their odd and unexplained father-son relationship.

“Yeah. We were just trying to walk into the building when he ambushed us with his goons or whatever and started saying some really messed up stuff. We didn’t want to fight him.”

Hopper looked thoughtful for a second before turning to Billy, “So, why’d you hit him?”

Cops made Billy nervous. Probably surprising for a person who has had an unfortunate number of run-ins with them, but what can you do. He swallowed hard before speaking.

“I apologize, sir, I just couldn’t handle him insulting Steve anymore. I shouldn’t have hit him.” Hopper let go of Billy’s arm and clapped his shoulder while nodding, almost. . . Approvingly?

“I get it, kid. You’re a better man than I am. I would’ve hit him long before you did.” Tommy was staring, mouth agape.

“Wait—What? You’re not gonna make them leave?”

“Nope. I don’t see why I should. You boys have your tickets right?” Steve pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to Hopper.

“And you meet the dress code—nice black and white thing you guys have going, by the way. I like the bow ties.” Steve smiled at Hopper who continued, “So I think the only ones who need to leave, are you,” he cocked his head towards Tommy, “and your friends.”

“But that’s so unfair!”

“No. No, it’s not. Shut up, and get out. Move!” He yelled at Tommy and his friends, the other teachers helping to shove them forward until they were all outside. A low chorus of cheers came from a group of people who had stayed to watch the scene unfold.

And with those cheers, Billy could finally breathe again.

———

Steve saw Billy’s shoulders relax as soon as Tommy was gone. Billy had been pulled too far away from him during all the commotion. They met halfway and embraced each other tightly. He whispered frantic apologies into Billy’s ear.

“God, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Billy’s arms were a comforting pressure around him.

“No, Steve, we knew this was gonna happen. But he said so much shit to you. I’m sorry I didn’t stop him. I wish I had done more.”

Steve pulled back but didn’t let go of Billy.

“Stop. You know nothing shuts him up. I’m okay. Alright? We’ve heard worse. We’ve dealt with worse than Tommy fucking H. I promise you, I’m fine. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just. . .” Billy hugged Steve close once again before letting go completely and shaking out his fist with a laugh, “I think I broke like three knuckles. Fuck.”

Steve snorted and laughed, “Billy Hargrove, my knight in shining armor. You’re amazing. You know that? You are amazing.” Steve didn’t know when he started crying, but Billy gingerly wiped away his tears before kissing him gently.

In the fucking hallway of their school.

And it was the best feeling ever.

———

He can’t believe he kissed Steve in the hallway of Hawkins High.

It felt fucking amazing.

They were laughing and holding each other when a familiar voice called their names.

“Steve? Billy?” Nancy said when she came closer, “We had to drop off the kids at Dustin’s, what. . . ?“ Nancy gestured between them, presumably confused by the very obvious affection they were showing. In public.

“Don’t ask.” Steve responded tiredly, “I’ll explain it all later, but for now, how about we just go fucking dance or something!” Steve reached out and grabbed Nancy’s hand to twirl her, and she was giggling when she came to an unsteady stop.

“Sounds like a plan!” She latched onto Jonathan’s arm and the two walked into the gym ahead of Steve and Billy, who took a moment to link their elbows together.

Billy had never been to a school dance before. Back in Cali, he was much more inclined to hang out at the beach with some friends until the sun rose, than he was to go to a dumb school function in a stuffy old gym to dance awkwardly with some girl he didn’t even like.

But this was different, because of Steve.

It was shocking to see how nice the gym looked when it was decorated with streamers and balloons and lights. The whole room was a hazy shade of pink and it turned Billy’s suit a soft rosy color.

He felt a light touch on his cheek and turned to see Steve who had an awed look on his face.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Billy, is that. . . glitter?” Billy could feel his cheeks start to burn under the scrutiny and he turned away quickly.

“Yeah maybe. Whatever.”

“Hey whoa, no no, don’t look away.” Steve delicately lifted Billy’s face by his chin so that he could look him in the eyes with a wide grin, “I think it looks so good.”

Now Billy’s cheeks were burning for a different reason, but he barely noticed because he was too busy getting drunk on Steve’s dopey smile.

“Hey Billy,” a guy from Billy’s history class broke him out of his trance, “got anything on you?”

He tried to shake the lovey fog out of his head so he could think, but it wasn’t going anywhere.

Billy didn’t really mind, though.

He gave him a sly grin, “‘Course I do, buddy.” Billy pulled the flask out from under his shirt and discreetly handed it over to him. “Take the whole thing. I don’t need it.”

“Nice! Thanks, man!” He ran off, probably to drink the whole thing and stash the flask in his car.

As long as Billy’s not catching any heat for it, the guy can do what he wants.

“Did you actually bring a flask to prom?”

“Oh come on, doesn’t everyone?”

“I didn’t!”

“You don’t count,” Steve made a face and Billy might’ve giggled a little before continuing, “because you’re better than everyone else.” Steve looked away bashfully and mumbled a response.

“Let’s just go find Jonathan and Nancy.” He pulled Billy through the crowd.

———

Sometimes Steve thinks Billy’s so cute it hurts, and he can’t believe he gets to be with him.

Billy Hargrove.

The hottest man he has ever seen, the smartest boy he’s ever talked to, and the best person he’s ever kissed.

After a short search, they found Jonathan and Nancy hanging out against a wall.

“What the hell guys! I thought I said we should DANCE!” Steve yelled at them over the music.

“We were just waiting for you two!” Nancy yelled back.

The song changed then, and Billy gasped as soon as he heard the guitar.

“Fuck yes, I love this song! C’mon Johnny boy, let’s go!” Billy yanked a slightly scared looking Jonathan away by the elbow to dance to “You Shook Me All Night Long” before he could protest. Steve and Nancy laughed at Billy twirling Jonathan as they hurried to join them out on the dance floor. Nancy brought Steve close and they talked for a second above the music.

“I can’t believe you actually made it in, I’m so happy for you guys.” Steve smiled warmly at her.

“Thanks, Nance. It’s all because of Hop, though. Remind me to bake him a pie or something.” Nancy burst out laughing.

“He’s gonna love that.”

They danced wildly together for the next couple of songs, occasionally switching partners, and cracking up when Jonathan finally loosened up and let Billy grind on him.

Steve was jealous, but only because he was unfortunately turned on by Billy all the damn time.

So when the next song started, he made his way over to Billy who was breathing heavy from his insane dancing.

“C’mere.” Steve said, pulling Billy close and putting his hands on his hips.

“Hey baby, having fun?” He put his arms around Steve’s neck and they moved to the music together.

“Mm-hm, I’m having a great time. But. . .” Billy looked concerned.

“But what?”

“Gotta say, I’m a little jealous.” Steve’s voice went rough and Billy’s eyes sparkled before he closed them and then looked back at Steve with hooded lids.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” He asked.

“You know why. I know you know why.”

“How can I make it up to you?” Steve pretended to think for a second but he knew what he wanted.

He wanted what every other hormonal teenage boy wanted at a school dance: to grind tastelessly with someone to loud music under colorful lights.

And because Billy’s a disgustingly horny teenage boy too, he knew exactly what Steve was thinking. They moved their hips together, holding eye contact the entire time, not caring if anyone was watching.

After the situation with Tommy, Steve didn’t give a single fuck about what anyone thought anymore.

He was grinding with his boyfriend at prom, not paying attention to another living soul, and it was fucking liberating.

Billy took control, rolling his entire body up against Steve’s, and Steve loved it. The two of them had never really danced before, save for a few times in Steve’s kitchen when they were just messing around. This, however, was real, and intense, and extremely hot. When the song faded too soon, he made a mental note to take Billy dancing again someday.

They still had their hands on each other and were laughing at their shameless display when the lights dimmed, and single people began to make their way off the floor. “I Want To Know What Love Is” flowed smoothly out of the speakers.

———

Billy had seen this in movies.

The intimate slow dancing where the guy takes the girl into his arms and they hold each other as colorful lights twinkle around them. He had never had that before, and had always wanted it with someone.

So when Steve followed along with the abrupt change in tone by wrapping his arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, and swaying with him to the beat, Billy hid his face against Steve’s shoulder and began to cry.

“What’s wrong, Billy?” Steve whispered. Billy didn’t lift his head, tears soaking Steve’s suit jacket.

“Nothing, baby. Everything’s perfect.”

Steve kissed his hair softly.

Billy felt like he was floating, the lyrics of the song hitting him so hard it hurt in the best way. His arms were draped over Steve’s shoulders and he held him tightly, savoring everything about the moment.

He looked over Steve’s shoulder and saw Nancy. She was crying for them while swaying with Jonathan. She caught his gaze, smiling through her tears, and he did the same back at her.

He lifted his head up all the way to stare into Steve’s eyes, to commit the breathtaking boy in front of him to memory. Steve’s cheeks were wet too, but he leaned in to kiss Billy’s tears away. They slow danced silently, drinking up everything about the other.

The song ended and the lights were raised, but they still held on. Billy spoke first.

“God, I really shouldn’t have worn eyeliner.” Steve laughed and wiped his Billy’s eyes with his sleeve. When he lowered his arm, he looked at Billy with such overwhelming affection it was dizzying.

“I love you, Billy.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

They continued to sway while everyone else danced like crazy around them.

They were lost in their own little world, but they didn’t mind one bit. They clung onto one another for the rest of the night, not letting go once, never moving from their spot, and never speaking a word. When the dance ended, they walked hand in hand out to the Camaro.

Billy drove Steve home and walked him up to his door.

“Thank you,” Steve started quietly, “for coming with me. For giving me one of the best nights of my life.”

“It’s all because you asked me.” Billy spoke softly. “So thank you. . . for showing me what love is.”

Billy closed the small gap between them, and kissed Steve goodnight.

#steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #harringrove #fluff #angsty boys

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dragonflylady77 · 3 months ago

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Writing Patterns Game

Rules: share the first line of your last 10 published works or as many as you are able and see if there's any patterns.

I was tagged by @medusapelagia and @dame-zoom-a-lot

i don't put out until the third date

“Jesus, Billy!”

ready or not

“...three, two, one, ready or not, here I come!”

the pull in his chest

Billy had always heard that people got their soulmark on their sixteenth birthday, but he wasn’t actually sure when his own had shown up.

what's my name again?

“Hargrove?”

the bit that mattered

“Can you run that one past me again, dingus?” Robin couldn't believe the sob story Steve was telling her.

Steve's parents have the worst timing ever

They were focused on each other and on how good the sex felt.

Why fight a guy (when you can kiss him instead)?

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

Not-So-Blind Date

Billy closes the front door behind him with a relieved sigh.

The birthday wish

Steve drove up to the quarry, slowing right down when he noticed there was already a car there. A very familiar blue car.

Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter

Steve is looking forward to the weekend after a long week teaching six-year-olds.

i got you a whole flower shop

“Sorry, I’ll be right with you.”

i know how i feel about you now

“Billy, can you get the door? That should be the limo driver.”

I wanna do everything with you

“Out of the way, pretty boy.”

Snowball fight at the old junkyard

“Come on, Billy! Get up!”

Nobody puts Billy in a corner

Billy gritted his teeth. His evening was getting steadily worse.

Pizza my heart

Steve still can’t fucking believe he’s willingly standing in Hargrove’s dorm room.

stop flirting and get in the house

“Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?” Billy says, cigarette dangling from his lips as he takes off his leather jacket and throws it in the car through the open driver window.

definitely better than being dead

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too...

Steve's Pick

“So you’ll do it?”

finding peace together

Then one day Steve shows up.

A frankly ill-timed visit

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

Never fall for a straight guy

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.

We talked about this

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

Okay, so it's clear that I either start with a line of dialogue, or in the middle of whatever is happening. But then I was aware of that already. I may have read somewhere it's the best way to start a story and it worked for me.

I usually get an idea for the opening scene and go from there.

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spaceofentropy · 10 months ago

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Thanks for the wonderful Valentine's day present, darling, I love it with all my heart! 😭❤️❤️❤️

i know how i feel about you now

This fic is my present for @spaceofentropy for the Harringrove Corner discord server's valentine exchange (you can find the whole collection right here).

Find the fic on Ao3

Thank you @whenyouwishuponastar7 and @discodeviant for the chance, it was so much fun. <3

Without further ado, I present to you... LIMO DRIVER STEVE!!

Billy is back in Hawkins for Max and Lucas's wedding. He might have expected a limo to take them to the church. He wasn't prepared for the limo driver to be Steve Harrington...

“Billy, can you get the door? That should be the limo driver.”

Billy rolled his eyes. A fucking limo?! Was Susan for real?

As he made his way to the front door, Billy decided that he was surprised that a bumfuck town like Hawkins, Indiana, actually had a limo service.

“H-Hargove. Hi.” Steve sounded as shocked as he looked, his hands visibly tightening over the driver’s cap he was holding.

“Coming!” Max called out, and a moment later she appeared in the doorway, her long red hair plaited in an intricate way and decorated with little sparkling threads.

“I, um, I didn’t know you were back in town,” Steve said, bringing Billy’s attention back to him.

***

Steve drove them to Hawkins Presbyterian Church on autopilot, his mind still reeling and going through his interaction with Billy Hargrove.

If Billy was only there for the wedding, Steve would discreetly stare as much as he could and fill his spank bank.

***

Time to find that pretty boy and get his groveling shoes on.

“Those things can kill you, you know, pretty boy” he called out as he walked closer, feeling Steve’s eyes on him again and liking it. A lot.

Steve chuckled and Billy wanted to kiss him on his stupid mouth and eat the chuckle from his lips.

“About as much as those Marlboro Reds you were always sucking on in high school,” Steve said, shaking his head as Billy came to a stop a foot away from him.

“Well, yanno,” Billy started, leaning against the car next to Steve, and bumping shoulders with him.

Steve offered him the vape and when Billy shook his head, Steve shrugged and took another inhale.

“Sucking on Reds was less always likely to get me beaten to death by my old man than sucking on dick was,” Billy said, stifling a laugh when Steve choked on his mouthful of air. He patted Steve’s back a couple of times until the coughing died down.