#of course it will be an harringrove one what did you expected

[mangywayway]

Small tease of a collab between me and @adelacreations 👁️🦑🩸🗡️ (don't worry, they make sense)

It's something really big and we both are really excited and proud of this project eheheheh. The amount of time I spent redesigning the clothes of this motherfucker lovely baby, you have no idea. There is still a lot of work to do, but a small sneak peek in the meantime can't hurt I suppose.

[thedeepestwarmestblue]

what are your favourite harringrove headcanons? 🥺

Okay this one really got away from me buuuuuut you asked for it ;) enjoy!! Thanks for stopping by! <3

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Billy tops. Nothing further. 

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Sharing is caring and Steve is king. Mi casa es su casa and all that. And Billy never was one to not take advantage but he wasn’t expecting it to be so damn nice — to be the center of Steve’s attention, when they first started hanging out, when Billy was first learning to trust him, someone, truly, for the first time in a long time. Even when Steve wasn’t home, his door was open for Billy. And Billy waits for Steve to change his mind, his heart, remember who he is. But it never happens. So Billy keeps coming over, when he needs something(someone), and then because he finds he actually likes him, and then because he loves him. And Steve loves him too. Beautifully. Magically. 

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Billy’s super smart. Like excels easily intrinsically at everything he touches, and while Steve isn’t dumb, not by a long shot, he’s got nothing on Billy. They start studying together, after it all, and Steve discovers how much of Billy is pure bravado Not everything, Lord knows he’s a confident little shit but he keeps his real cards to himself. Steve had kinda had an idea about his talent through gym, but the academic side comes as a surprise. He's like ... valedictorian level smart, even going on to win it the year after Steve graduated. And Steve would almost find it unbelievable, but the smile on Billy's face is no joke. And the scholarships pour in, because of course they do, it’s Billy. And he never needed his dad for anything, did he?

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Billy lets Steve pick the music in his car and it's easier than Steve expects, to get what he wants. All he has to do is ask nicely, and Billy gives and gives and gives.

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They love to dance together. Steve putting on his favorite record, pulling Billy to his feet from the couch, and sure, they don’t really share the same taste in music but with Steve looking at him, smiling at him like that? Well, Billy is amendable to just about anything. Shaking off the day, getting to hold his man close, hear him laughing in his ear, Billy wouldn’t change a thing. 

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When they’re together, they only share cigarettes 🥺 it started as something they did, early on in their friendship, casual, Steve willing himself to not to read too much into it — but as things progressed, carved into something deeper, it stayed. Steve had always imagined Billy as someone who didn’t share but he learned that it just took time. You had to stay, to get to the good stuff. Billy had never had anyone stick around long enough like this. Never had anyone want to. Always one to show his teeth, a warning, but Steve had gone up against enough demons to see past the rows and rows of raw threat. There was something soft, and tender, underneath. Something priceless, worth protecting. Billy sharing his cigarettes was the first sign. (it eventually turned into stoned nights shotgunning which — what was Steve supposed to do, not fall in love with him? He’d been barely holding out already and now Billy was breathing himself into Steve? He was only a man) 

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You know Steve is into cuddling and spoiling the right person, I’m talking full nine yards flowers on the table, love letters, taking Billy's coat, pulling the chair out for him, opening his door, the list goes on. And Billy's always been Mr. Independent, so it takes him -- a long time, to be okay with it. To not see it as Steve thinking he's incapable, but doing it because he wants to, needs to treat Billy right. And Billy lets himself sink.

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Billy is jealous of how soft Steve’s hair is, how shiny it is after it’s freshly washed. How it just — stays full. Stays smelling like him, like summer. Even after Billy’s played with it and ruined it by running his fingers through it, raking it back off his forehead like Steve was his favorite childhood cat that he’d never had. Whispering to him low in his ear as they cuddle one night, how do you do it? Knowing it was nothing quick, Steve sometimes spent upwards of half an hour alone on his hair in the morning, but whatever he was doing, worked.

Steve finally convinces Billy to let him “do his thing” with Billy’s hair one night, letting him wash it for him, the products, the air drying, the whole nine yards, which Billy thinks might just be the gayest shit he’s ever done but then he’s in the tub and Steve is sitting behind him, fitting his shampoo slick fingers into his wet hair and scrubs and the sound Billy makes — well. He’s never been touched quite like that before. Steve doesn’t let Billy look in a mirror until he’s finished. He’s nervous, Billy can tell, if it’s been too much, if he’s been too much —but when Billy finally sees himself — it’s perfect. He actually has curls? And they’re glossy, smooth. Soft, like Steve. And they stay. 

Steve can tell him all he wants about the quality of the products he used but Billy knows it’s just the Midas touch. 

(It’s a thing after that, Steve’s spa nights. And Billy lets himself go, be treated like the king Steve tells him he is. Something to be worshipped, cared for. Luxuriated in.) 

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PS I'm sure I could go onnnnn and on about these two, but had to stop at some point

[fkinkindagauche]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you for tagging me @dame-zoom-a-lot! I can never resist a tag from you.

What fandoms do you write in?

Right now just Stranger Things. I wrote one lil OFMD fic and one The Locked Tomb fic years ago, but nothing recent. However, I am working on another OFMD fic for the @fandomtrumpshate auction that I'm excited about. And I'm doing a re-read of The Locked Tomb and champing at the bit to write Gideon again so that may happen, too.

How many words did you publish in 2024?

233K. Which is honestly embarrassing given I started in July. I'm terrified of what this year's total is going to be.

What are your top three fics you wrote last year?

Someone To Bleed, Possibly Maybe, Cocoon

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Oh I get into pits of existential despair at least once a week, where I ask myself what the fuck I'm even doing with my life which also includes fanfic writing. But that's just regular Gauche-brain stuff. The biggest pit of despair was probably when I first started posting Someone To Bleed. I was pretty new to the fandom, and the first two longer fics I'd posted were omegaverse, which, IMO, get a lot of love and views even if nobody knows who the fuck the author is, because there's a shit-ton of delightful freaks in fandom who want people to fuck each other wolfishly. I wasn't expecting how much longer it would take for people to find my fic when it wasn't in that omegaverse sweet spot, but instead in the pretty oversaturated vampire subgenre. It didn't get much traction at all when it was first posted, and I loved it so much that it was hard for me to handle as someone just starting out. But I got over it.

What have you learned?

Having a beta actually really helps. I know, WHAT A SHOCK. I started out as a grumpy loner who just wanted to sit on my fanfic hoard like a little goblin and "beta everything myself", but then through the @eddiemunsonbigbang server I started working with @dame-zoom-a-lot as a beta, and then I just made her keep beta-ing my stuff. He would have made me put a period somewhere in that run-on sentence, I'm sure. Not only has it improved my writing (obviously), but it's also just so much more fun to be able to talk to someone about what I'm creating.

Did you beta any fics last year? Any faves you want to shout out?

I'm trying to remember if there were any I actually beta'd last year. I've done a BUNCH already in 2025, but last year... It was probably all Steddie Winter Exchange stuff. I beta'd in the morning by @the-winged-doe, that was a good Upside Down-y twist on sex pollen. One Night in the City by @kayleeofcamelot was a vampire fic AND an omegaverse fic, and very cute!

What three fics from last year did you love?

It's illegal for you to ask me to keep it to three. But I'll fucking do it, fine. - Cheating a little already and saying @dame-zoom-a-lot's whole series for Metalsandwich Bingo, Object Oriented Magicking. Absolutely fantastic worldbuilding, good smut, fantastic Billy characterization (and all of them, it's just harder for me to find writers whose Billy voices I like). Do It Scared was my particular favorite. - The Fish Guy series by @stevieschrodinger. Such cool monster biology, and THEY'RE SO SWEET IT KILLS ME. - Stiff by Day, Stiffer by Night by @oralmisery. Absolutely 10/10 crackfic, I think about it every time I see a mannequin.

What ideas are percolating for this year?

SO MANY. I'm currently writing a Fruity Four murder fic that's very heavy on Platonic Stobin, with side Steddie and Ronance, and I'm really enjoying it. I want to actually do some substantive work on my Twin Peaks AU instead of just thinking about it all the time. Was thinking about doing an arranged marriage omegaverse thing because I need to collect all the tropes like Pokémon. And, of course, the OFMD thing I mentioned for FTH. I am also going to keep doing the Mer Harringrove universe, I just need to get back in the mood.

Always an open tag, PLEASE do it if you want to even if you haven't been specifically tagged because I am looking you in the eye and tagging you right now, whoever you are.

Specific tags (picking some random moots, sorry if you've already been tagged!): @kayleeofcamelot, @cxwzkeys, @onirislanding, @runninriot, @mojowitchcraft

[camaro-and-smokes]

A Shot for Life

A Harringrove fic by Suometar / camaro-and-smokes

Warnings: No warnings for this chapter Tags: Feelings? Feelings. Notes: A big and massive thank you to @a-redharlequin for betaing this fic and noticing the small mistakes I'm already blind to after staring at the text for months 💜

Chapter 4: Enchanted

Summary: Is he looking at me differently, or is it my imagination? he wondered, trying to shake off the growing tension. How does someone like him see someone like me? Could he see me the way I see him?

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The Bahamian sun, already well on its morning ascent, cast a warm glow on the vibrant street corner where Steve stepped out of the SUV behind Robin. He hefted his camera bag and adjusted his sunglasses, taking in the flurry of activity as the crew hustled to set up for the day’s photoshoot.

Robin looked around, impressed. “The set is even more gorgeous than I imagined. I saw the trees in the location photos, but didn’t know they’d be blooming now.”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, this is an amazing setting. It’s good that it’s a sunny day despite the forecast, plenty of natural light.”

Robin nodded. “Perfect day for a perfect shoot.”

Billy emerged from another vehicle in the middle of the buzzing set. His eyes darted over the people hurrying around, skimming the surrounding site, the street, the buildings, the trees and their flowers that seemed to bloom everywhere.

He noticed Steve standing on the other side of the set and talking with his assistant, Robin. As if feeling his gaze, Steve turned to look in his direction and a smile that made Billy’s cheeks heat flashed on his face.

“Morning!” Steve greeted him.

Billy waved and walked to them. “Quite the setup, huh?” he remarked, trying to sound nonchalant as he sidestepped to let the stylist to scurry by with a rack of garments they’d be shooting today.

“This is how big brands do it. Nothing is done by halves,” Steve replied.

Billy nodded, absently fiddling with the strap of his backpack. The hustle of the crew and the clacking of heels on the cobblestone filled him with anticipation, but also with a certain ease. Set being alive like this was familiar to him, calming, even. Everyone had a task to fill, and they did that wholeheartedly. And he knew he and Steve would, too.

“Steve!” Gavin Anderson’s voice cut through the commotion as he approached, holding an iPad.

Steve waved at him. “Morning! You got today’s plan?”

Gavin nodded, opening the tablet.

Billy watched them from his spot. Gavin explaining the composures he wanted for each garment and Steve nodding, making approving sounds, and giving input from time to time.

“Thoughts on this?” Gavin asked, pointing to one sketch on the screen.

“Bold,” Steve appraised, studying the sketch with a practiced eye. “It’ll play well against this colorful backdrop. Let’s ask what Billy thinks.”

Billy’s ears perked up at the mention of his name. What do I think? He hadn’t expected to be allowed to give input to something of this caliber.

“Of course,” Gavin agreed, his eyes glancing toward Billy with earnest intrigue.

Billy walked to them and looked at the screen. “Uh, looks fantastic,” he chimed in, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “I’m fine with anything.”

Steve looked at him. “If that’s what you think, I’m good with that,” he said, offering a brief, encouraging smile. “But you can also say it if you have any other ideas. I’m always open for ideas.”

Billy looked at Steve, not quite believing his words. He smiled a small smile, nodding and feeling a new excitement at the shoot. “Well, maybe you could try it from some other angle? Like, from a low angle?”

Steve looked at the sketch for a moment in silence, pursing his lips in thought.

Billy’s eyes wandered over Steve’s profile; to the line of his jaw, the shade of his gray-peppered stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave, and his silver hair that was tousled by the gentle breeze.

“Yeah, we can try that,” Steve finally agreed. “I don’t know how it will work if there’s any wind because it will either lift the garment and break the flow, or then flatten it out and kill the movement altogether. But if there’s a moment when it dies, I’ll take the shot.”

Billy felt exhilarated about being able to contribute to the shoot. He’d never experienced that before and having that happen here, now, totally unexpected and out of all photographers with Steve…He kept surprising Billy in every turn.

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Steve’s shutter clicked and whirred as he captured Billy in one angle after another. He directed Billy with a calm tone, every instruction laced with encouragement. “Chin up. Hold it there...perfect,” his voice cut through the air, each word precise, yet warm.

Billy didn’t break his expression but couldn’t keep the pride and giddiness for all the praise he was getting from Steve from causing goosebumps rippling on his skin. He began to trust his own vision more and offered bolder poses that Steve immortalized.

“Excellent work. You’re a natural,” Steve complimented as he lowered his camera, smiling.

The smile made Billy’s widen in return as he stepped on the side for a change of clothes. “Thank you.”

When he returned a while later in front of Steve’s camera, the set had been changed to highlight the new garments.

“Alright,” Steve started, “Think about the garment, the setting, and then give me the pose you feel works best.”

Billy did what was asked, and tried but couldn’t hide the fact that working together like this, collaborating, made him excited in a whole new way.

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When lunchtime arrived, the crew dispersed and Robin went back to the hotel with Gavin and the stylist to prepare for the afternoon. Steve carried his set lunch to the small park a block away from the set. He found himself a shaded bench beneath a blooming tree where he could eat alone. Sitting down, he closed his eyes to ground himself, listening to the sounds of the city for a moment; honking cars, calling vendors, women chatting as they walked on the other side of the street, screeching seagulls somewhere in the distance.

The morning shoot had been more intense than he had imagined. Billy was, of course, a professional with his modeling work, no doubt about it. But what had surprised Steve was his vision. Gavin had given Steve pretty much free rein within the brief, and what he usually did when he had that kind of freedom was to look for inspiration in unexpected places.

And Billy was like a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he’d needed.

Of course, not all the ideas Billy had given fit the campaign, but there were some that did—ones Steve hadn’t even thought about. When he’d composed those shots on the viewfinder of his camera, he saw they worked even better than what he had envisioned.

But they wouldn’t have done that if Billy wasn’t on the other side of the lens. Billy knew what they were trying to get to and thus helped Steve to achieve that. He was thrilled with the shots he’d taken so far, even if he had looked at them only briefly.

Apparently, sometimes you just had to go totally hopeless about the lack of inspiration for it to surprise you by coming from somewhere you least expected.

“Can I join you?”

Steve snapped out of his thoughts at the sudden voice and looked up, finding Billy looking at him with a small smile. He rushed to move his camera bag to make space for him. “Yeah. Absolutely.”

Billy sat down and looked around at the lush surroundings. “Never thought I’d be eating jerk chicken on a break,” Billy commented, examining his food with an almost childlike curiosity.

Steve chuckled softly, amused. “It’s one of the perks of the job. Traveling and experiencing new cultures.”

“I just hope this isn’t the only time I get to do this,” Billy replied and took a bite.

Steve watched Billy savor the taste of the food with his eyes closed. “I’m sure it’s not.” He looked down at his own lunch that was sitting in his lap and realized he hadn't even touched it yet. “You’ve got a great visual eye.” He paused, feeling his professional pride taking a tiny dent, even if he, too, was still constantly learning and coming up with new ideas. But Billy being so young and having that kind of vision and talent was different. “The suggestions you gave worked surprisingly well. I hadn’t considered some of them for this campaign but after trying them…Of course it’s up to Gavin if they end up using those photos…” his voice trailed off. He stared at his food for a bit longer and then glanced at Billy. “You’ve got raw talent.”

Billy looked up, his eyes meeting Steve’s. Surprise flashed across his face, followed by a smile that softened his features. “That means a lot, coming from you. Really,” he said quietly. “I want to make it in this industry—not just as a model, but…” The unfinished sentence was left hanging in the air, unsure.

Steve looked back at his food with a small smile. “No matter what your aspirations are, I’m sure you’ll make it. You have the right attitude and you have vision. Those alone will take you further than most.”

After taking a few bites, Billy continued. “I’ve wanted to be a photographer for a long time. Like, not just an amateur, but a serious one. In this business. Or shooting whatever else, really. Making a living.”

Steve, who had finally opened his own lunch container and was now eating, looked back at Billy, curious. “You have the eye for sure.” He paused to think how to word his thoughts without revealing too much of how long he’d lingered on Billy’s selfies when he’d looked at his Instagram profile on Instagram. “When I looked at your feed on IG, there were several excellent shots. And mixed with the captions, they told one big story that left the viewer to yearn for more. Few can do that quite the way you can.”

Billy nodded, his cheeks turning rosy and his eyes sparkling as he looked down at his lunch. “I just do my thing. That’s all,” he said, smiling.

Steve felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He let his gaze rest on Billy for a moment, the way the sunlight was caught in his blond curls, making them look like spun gold. Inwardly, he scolded himself for allowing his mind to wander into forbidden territory. He was here to work with Billy and if anything else it was to support and advice him, not for anything else.

“Well, your thing is great,” Steve stated, steering the conversation back to safer grounds, and took a bite of his meal. “Working as a photographer is difficult, but if you’re willing to learn constantly and push through the tough times…You’re going places, no matter if you choose the path of a model or a photographer. Or both.” He paused for a moment. “You know, I started as a model, too.”

Billy looked at him, surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“Not that many do,” Steve replied with a smile. “Just some catalog work as a teenager. Then I got hooked on photography and applied to the New York Film Academy to study for an art degree. Got in, and here I am.”

“That sounds straightforward.”

“Oh trust me, it wasn’t,” Steve chuckled. “It took a lot of mistakes and unused opportunities to get to this point. It’s more of a sum of unexpected consequences than anything else.”

“Well, it doesn’t show then, I guess,” Billy remarked. “You always seem so…put together.”

“Appearances can be deceiving,” Steve replied, a wistful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He thought about the perception people had of him—cold, distant—and wondered briefly if showing his true self at this point to more people would change anything anymore.

After a while, Billy spoke. “Thank you. For the advice—for believing in me,” he said earnestly, gratitude resonating in his words.

“Anytime,” Steve answered, warmth seeping into his tone.

The break neared its end, and as they rose to return to the set, the distance between them seemed shorter than before. There was a tension now, one that hadn’t existed before—a recognition of blurry lines somewhere as possibilities, shrouded in unspoken rules that only the brave dared to break.

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After returning to the shoot, Steve watched Billy’s posture transforming with ease in front of his camera. With each click of the shutter, Billy’s confidence seemed to grow. He moved fluidly from pose to pose, his body language speaking volumes. Steve found himself silently nodding, impressed by the young model’s natural instinct for the camera’s gaze.

“Chin up... yes, hold that,” Steve directed, his voice steady over the soft murmur of the gentle breeze. Through his lens, he caught the nuances of Billy’s expression, the subtle shift of muscles and the light in his eyes. It was clear to Steve that Billy wasn’t just playing a part; he was bringing a part of himself to every frame.

Billy felt the weight of Steve’s gaze, not just as a subject to a photographer, but as one artist appreciating another. The way Steve communicated through the camera, each instruction delivered with precision and care, made the shoot unlike any Billy had ever experienced before.

The rumored icy veneer of the acclaimed photographer that followed Steve no matter where he went was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Billy was working with a man whose passion for the craft resonated with every shutter click.

“Ease into the next pose,” Steve said, his tone a blend of command and encouragement.

Billy transitioned seamlessly, his body reacting to Steve’s words almost as if they were in sync. He felt an admiration growing within him, not just for Steve’s skill, but for the person behind the camera—a man who could capture the essence of a moment with clarity and beauty.

It was then Billy realized that Steve Harrington deserved every accolade he had received—and more.

As Billy followed Steve’s guidance almost instinctively, from half a word, Steve found his heart thrumming with a new rhythm.

He’d felt like this before, a long time ago, and as exhilarating as it was, it was also chilling. To be intrigued was one thing, to… crush on someone through the intimacy of a lens a whole other one.

It was dangerous because they were creating something new together on both sides of his camera—and falling for the subject of it might not be for the person but for the art they created together. And those two were very different things.

“You’re on fire,” he praised, the words slipping from him with unexpected ease as he watched through the viewfinder, each snap of the camera an attempt to encapsulate the beauty before him.

“Am I?” Billy asked with a playful lilt, as he stopped for the makeup artist to remove the sheen from his skin.

Steve found himself unable to keep himself from laughing. When Billy joined him, in that moment, something shifted.

“Yes, you are. Please keep burning,” Steve said with a smile and lifted his camera back up.

Billy shifted from one pose to another, his body moving with an effortless grace that hid the rapid beating of his heart. In the brief pauses of outfit changes, he found his gaze darting towards Steve, drinking in the sight. The air around them was suddenly thick with something unspoken.

“Excellent,” Steve said, his voice steady. “Hold that, just like that.”

Billy complied, but his mind raced. Is he looking at me differently, or is it my imagination? he wondered, trying to shake off the growing tension. How does someone like him see someone like me? Could he see me the way I see him?

“Let’s try something more…candid,” Steve said, feeling emboldened by the connection he felt tethering with Billy through his lens. “Close your eyes. Think of someone you want—no, someone you…crave. Then let that yearning show as you walk towards me like you’re meeting them after a long time apart.”

The artist in him truly wanted to see that vulnerability, that truth, and how it would bring something new to the photos. But there was a hidden notion underneath of him wanting to see and feel it for real, directed at him.

It was dangerously blurring the lines he should keep in a set—or with the people he worked with. He knew that, and still…

Billy complied, his lashes resting against his flushed cheeks, lips parted slightly. Steve captured the sight, his breath hitching in his throat. When Billy opened his eyes again and looked directly at the camera, the intensity within them was undeniable, reaching out and wrapping around Steve, pulling at something deep inside him.

As Billy walked towards Steve’s camera, he couldn’t help but feel as though he were indeed approaching someone dear; the flutter in his stomach grew into a swarm of butterflies. I am stupidly fond of him, even though I barely know him, Billy scolded himself internally. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel that there was something between them, something else than just mere professional admiration.

From behind the camera, Steve watched Billy approach, his finger hesitating on the shutter button. He saw not just the model, but the person beneath—the vulnerability and the passion that radiated from him. He’s captivating, Steve admitted to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, finding that any of his usual carefully curated words felt hollow in the wake of what he truly wanted to say. He lowered his camera and turned away from Billy to shade the camera, as if to check the latest photos on the small display.

But it was to hide the fact that he’d realized that he’d almost accidentally stepped outside of all the borders he’d so meticulously kept up for years. Ones he had emphasized to Robin just a mere week ago. It had happened so easily and it scared him that it didn’t feel wrong at all.

For a moment, he wondered if feelings would steer his work away from what they were after. If they would blur the lines on the set too much, or if they would show in the photos in a wrong way. He found himself lost between the professionalism he’d held in such high regard all these years and the undeniable, improper emotion that was now budding in his chest—between the well known, tested and truly working path, and an unexplored trail that had suddenly opened in front of him—one he was more curious to explore than he was willing to admit.

When he turned back to Billy, he was looking back with a slight tilt of his head and a smile that tugged the corner of his mouth.

“The shot…or me?” Billy asked quietly, a hint of vulnerability threaded through his teasing tone.

Steve smiled and his cheeks flushed. He had thought Billy was far enough to not hear the word over the sounds from the street. Clearly, he’d been mistaken. He allowed honesty to seep into his voice. “Both.”

The word hung in the air, heavy with implication. Steve’s usual reservedness wavered under the pull of attraction, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to look at someone he worked with—not just as a subject, but as a possibility, a maybe, a what if.

[billyharringson]

maybe a combo of 19/28 for the prompts? pretty please 🥺👉👈 need some soft harringrove rn ;-;-;

Yes! Didn't expect this to become what it did but here's head nuzzles and 'it reminded me of you' Harringrove.

"Baby, you home?" Steve called as he shouldered open the trailer door. Billy still wasn't sure why Steve did this, their little home wasn't big enough for him to exactly hide in, and they both liked natural light so they kept the few doors open at all times anyway.

"Over here, Stevie." He replied from the couch, holding up his hand in an approximation of a wave. "Right where you left me pretty boy."

Steve smiled at him, so warm and full of love that Billy forgot to breathe for a second, despite the fact that this was how Steve always looked at him. Maybe it was just his fucked up lungs shutting down again. Before he had a chance to focus on that Steve dropped down next to him, carefully making sure not to sit on his oxygen tubes before pecking him on the lips. "Did you wanna go somewhere? I could have left your stick near you, where is it anyway?"

Billy rolled his eyes, butting his head against Steve's with a happy sigh. "Still in the car, we left it there last night." He replied, rubbing their foreheads together until Steve laughed.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Was a bit distracted." Billy murmured, cheeks growing warm. "There was a wet, naked man wandering around."

"Wet, naked, strong man I think you'll find." Steve said with a grin. He'd been crowing about the fact that he could now carry Billy from the car to their bedroom without breaking a sweat for weeks.

"You weren't naked when you were carrying me."

"Do you want me to carry you naked?" Steve asked, pulling away from Billy's nuzzling with a gleam in his eye.

Billy couldn't help but chuckle even as he rolled his eyes. "No, what I do want is to pee though. Could you get my stick?"

"Of course baby, wait there." Steve said, chuckling as Billy swatted him on the ass as he stood. It had been a standing joke since Billy's discharge from the hospital, asking him not to move.

Billy looked down to where Steve had sat, brows creasing in confusion as he spotted Steve's keys. They must have fallen out of his pocket when he stood up. The thing that confused him however was the little plush orca hanging from them, it had the hospital crest on its white tummy and a bandaged tail and dorsal fin.

"Here you go baby, oh where'd they come from?" Steve asked, holding up Billy's cane, glistening in the light with its plethora of glitter stickers that Max had insisted on decorating it with.

"Why do you have this?" Billy asked, holding the keyring between his fingers.

Steve's face flushed and he looked away bashfully. "Uh, it...it reminds me of you. I like having you with me when I'm at work."

Billy squeezed the orca, fighting back the tears that had suddenly sprung to his eyes. "You're a dork." He croaked.

"Yeah." Steve replied, no shame in his tone whatsoever.

"Is there a deer one? Or maybe a teddy with brown eyes? Something with a head bandage maybe?" Billy asked, mostly thinking out loud as Steve sat back down next to him.

"Probably, there's definitely a teddy. Why?"

"Cus I want one of you."

[starkstruck27]

First line of ten fics game!

Rules: Share the first line of the most recent fics you've written! (Rules can always be bent)

I was tagged by the always wonderful @oopsiedaisiesbaby. Much love, bestie!! <333

(Also, I'm gonna cheat a little bit and skip over some because they were the ones I wrote for Harringrove Week and they're already posted on here too, so... We're gonna go for ones that I haven't talked about on here before lol)

I Need You Like I Need A Broken Leg - (Steddie - T - Found/Secret Family AU - 36,562 Words - 10/? Chapters)

Steve wasn’t used to getting knocks on his door at 8:00 in the morning on Saturdays, or in general, and he was all set to just ignore it and go back to sleep, but whoever it was wouldn’t let up.

2. When I Come Around - (Harringrove - G - Prom Night and Secret Relationship - 2,121 Words)

“Come on! You have to tell me before it actually kills me,” Robin begged as she followed Steve around the store, not even trying to help him put the tapes back.

3. Cards on the Table, We're Both Showing Hearts - (Harringrove - M - Hurt/Comfort - 10,368 Words)

Max didn’t like the feeling coursing through her veins as soon as she got home from hanging out with El and the guys.

4. Whenever I'm Alone With You - (Harringrove/Mungrove/Steddie - M - Twin AU and Swapping Partners - 6,937 Words)

When the Hargrove twins rolled into the tiny town of Hawkins, Indiana, most people expected a Western Standoff between the two of them.

5. Anytime You Feel Danger or Fear, Then Instantly I will Appear - (Mungrove - T - 90s AU - 10,373 Words)

Eddie could hear the murmurs coming down the hall before he could see the thing that started them.

6. Yippee-ky-yay, Motherfucker - (Harringrove - G - Romantic Fluff - 2,435 Words)

Billy sighed as Hopper handed him three tickets to the movie Max and El had been begging to see, shoving them in his pocket and taking his keys from the hook by the door.

7. I Heard the Cry of What Might've Been - (Harringrove - M - Unrequited Love/Not Actually Unrequited Love - 10,152 Words)

Billy opened his locker on Friday afternoon with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did everyday, which is to say none at all.

8. And I Dream of Angels That Make Me Smile - (Harringroveson - T - Coming Out and Matchmaker Eddie - 8,321 Words)

“I don’t see what the big deal is, guys,” Eddie said to Robin, Billy and Steve as they sat around his living room, just hanging out and talking.

9. I'm Too Much - (Harringroveson - T - Christmas Fluff and Love Triangles - 22,066 Words)

This was the most humiliating thing Billy had ever done, which is certainly saying something.

10. Am I Alive and Well, or Am I Dreaming Dead? - (Harringrove - E - Suicide Attempts and Hurt/Comfort - 10,976 Words - 2/2 Chapters)

Earthquakes.

That’s the first thing Billy noticed when they moved to Hawkins, the lack of earthquakes.

I'm not gonna tag anyone because everybody who I normally would tag has done it already (I think?), but if you'd like to take part or you haven't done it yet, feel free to consider yourself tagged! And if this intrigues anyone enough to read any of my fics, I hope you enjoy them!

[sadhours]

Please god picture this:

Billy pinning Steve up against the cold tiled shower wall in the high school. He's fed up with the mind games, the pecocking, the teasing. Steve, intimidated but not standing down, rolls his eyes and struggles underneath Billy's mean smirk and intense stare. He mutters out a "Fucks sake Hargrove, get off me".. Billy, voice laced with need, replies "Make me."

Thank you for this request. I’ve been wanting to delve into Harringrove but haven’t really been super confident. I hope you like this, I had a fucking field day writing it. I love these two.

warnings; 18+ minors dni, all smut baby, Steve is having bi-panic

Steve used to like basketball. Back when it was actually fun and not a goddamn pissing contest with the new blonde asshole from California. Practice went from a nice way to blow off steam and hangout with people he’d known forever without pressure. Then Billy joined the team and every fucking practice felt like a battle. Steve couldn’t pinpoint why he was so dead set on one-uping him but fuck, was it exhausting. The thing was, Steve thought he didn’t care about the status bullshit anymore. Then when it all fell apart with Nancy, he felt himself getting wrapped back up in it due to the distraction it supplied. Or maybe it was the way Billy was so pushy about it, like because it mattered to him, it should matter to Steve.

Today’s practice was particularly brutal. Billy was making illegal moves left and right but Coach didn’t call it out a single fucking time, like he thought letting Billy play dirty would inspire Steve to play better. The motherfucker talked so much. That was the worst part, he’d hog the ball up and down the court, spouting goddamn monologues at Steve. It was clear from the taunting look in his bright blue eyes that he got something from taunting Steve, whatever the hell it was is a mystery but it got under Steve’s skin.

The night he’d been told Nancy skipped school with Jonathan, Steve tried to jerk off before bed and got sick when he’d thought about her. Then something fucking weird happened and he thought about the shit Billy had said to him on the court and in the shower. It didn’t make him go soft in his hand like he’d expected and he shamefully stroked his dick, imagining Billy criticizing how he was jerking himself off. When he’d spilled spunk all over his hand and stomach, he felt so incredibly embarrassed that he did so while thinking of Billy Hargrove of all people. Steve thought about it the next day when he’d seen Billy and his whole body went white hot with shame and unfortunately, arousal.

Steve tries not to think of it as he showers now. How the fuck he ended up alone in the locker room with Hargrove was a mystery to him. They both took too long shit talking after Coach excused them all. Steve curses himself about it, knowing no one sticks around for long and Coach leaves as soon as he excuses them. Feeling uneasy around Hargrove wasn’t new but it was made ten times worse by the fact that he’d become Steve’s jack off material.

They’re showering. Right next to each other. There’s at least 20 other nozzles Billy could have chosen but no, he picks the one directly to Steve’s left. They’re lathering up, silent and fuck, it’s awkward. Steve won’t let his eyes wander, he’d already done so before so he knows what Billy’s working with but if he does it now, he risks popping a boner and Billy might actually beat his face in if that happens.

“You really play like shit, Harrington,” Billy says, eyes rolling over to Steve.

“Do you ever fucking shut up?”

Hargrove snorts, reaching out to shut Steve’s steam off, “Do you ever make shots?”

Steve turns the faucet back on, “When you’re not breathing down my fucking neck.”

“Did you guys even win a single game before I showed up?”

Steve thinks back, of course they did but to be fair, they’d been winning way more in the short month Billy’s been on the team. He can’t inflate this fuckers ego even more, though.

“Yeah,” he settles on, rinsing his hair out and turning off the flow of water.

“Bullshit,” Billy scoffs.

Steve turns to him finally, telling himself that when Billy’s eyes lower that he’s definitely not looking at his cock. There’s no way.

“Why would I lie about that?”

Hargrove frowns, “To make yourself feel better.”

“It’s high school basketball, I don’t really give a shit.”

“Easy for you to say, pretty boy. Daddy’s gonna make sure you get into college no matter what,” Billy retorts, shutting off his shower.

Steve rolls his eyes, “You’ve got no fucking clue.”

It happens quick, Hargrove’s grabbing his wrists and walks him back against the wall. The tiles are cold as Steve’s back is pressed against them. Billy’s palm presses against Steve’s chest and he shoves him harder against the wall. His skin feels hot against Steve’s. He can’t get a boner from this. He can’t. Grandma’s face, dead puppies, every trick in the book to keep his dick from stirring.

“For fucks sake, Hargrove,” Steve seethes, “Get the fuck off me!”

Billy licks his lower lip, smirk spreading against his face as he says, desperate, “Make me, Steve.”

It’s the first time he’s ever called him by his first name and Steve can’t help the way his dick fills out from it, he stares up at Billy with big, brown wide eyes. They hold onto the stare, each of them panting but Billy’s the first to break it, glancing between their bodies and Steve can’t help but follow. They’re both achingly hard, tips red and leaking an absurd amount.

“Knew it,” Billy mutters before he’s crashing his mouth agains Steve’s, teeth clacking before they both roll their tongues out to taste the other.

His words taint Steve’s mind. What the hell did he mean? Did he know Steve’s been jerking off to thought of him? Was Steve being obvious? He thinks about it too hard apparently because Billy pulls away from the kiss.

“It’s okay, ya know,” he mumbles to which the brunette nods, it feels too good for it to be wrong.

“Okay,” Steve chokes out, wrapping his fingers around the back of Billy’s neck and pulls him back so he can lick into his mouth. Fuck expectations, fuck shame, Billy tastes too good and Steve’s dick wants this more than anything to stop. He’s pushing his body against Steve’s, their cocks rub against each other and it pulls a groan from him, Billy swallowing it while he grinds against Steve. Now he’s glad everyone left before them.

Hargrove is a talker so it shouldn’t surprise Steve when he pulls back, “You been wanting this, Harrington?”

But Steve isn’t easy so he grunts, “Shut up.”

The laugh that erupts from the blonde boy is cruel yet so god damn sexy that Steve grabs Billy’s hips and pulls him closer. It’s eager on Steve’s part but he can’t find it in him to care. Billy’s right, he’s been wanting this and he’s gonna let himself indulge in it.

Billy’s hands grab their cocks, loosely stroking them in his grip while he groans into Steve’s mouth. He’s never felt anything like it. He panics momentarily because shit, this is gay but Hargrove is pretty almost like a girl so is it that gay? He doesn’t have time to really think much about it because Billy’s dropping to his knees but grips Steve’s cock at the base and squeezes.

“Oh, shit,” Steve exhales, “Shit, shit, shit.”

Billy Hargrove is gonna suck his dick. He almost can’t believe it’s happening so he doesn’t dare look away. He’s waiting for the sound of his alarm to go off, this has to be a fucking wet dream. Billy’s lips are so red and swollen from the kissing and fuck, Steve’s worried he’s gonna blow his load the second Billy wraps his lips around him.

“Jesus Christ,” he says in disbelief as it happens. He doesn’t ruin it by coming immediately but his hips jerk and he shoves himself down Billy’s throat with the motion and Steve’s confronted with the fact that Billy’s done this before because he doesn’t choke or gag, instead he sucks, hard. His blue eyes intense as he stares back up at Steve. “Dear fucking lord,” he curses, clenching his fists where he holds them against the tile.

He sees Hargrove’s lips curl up with the hint of smile and he’s annoyed slightly. He just knows this is making Billy just that much more full of himself. It’s barely began but it’s the top tier of blow jobs, the best Steve’s ever had. The way Hargrove swallows around his cock which feels so fucking incredible, he’s whining because of it. He wonders what Billy’s thinking. Obviously, he likes Steve in some kind of way to even wanna get his cock in his mouth. But Steve wonders if the pretty boy bullshit was because Billy legitimately thinks he’s pretty. No time to really stew on it though because Billy cradles his balls in his hand while he bobs up and down on Steve’s pulsing length, sucking his cheeks in whenever he descends. He looks downright ethereal, pink lips, flushed cheeks and glassy blue eyes. Fuck, Billy’s gorgeous. He’s floored by it, moving his hands into the damp curls at the crown of Billy’s head.

“Fuck,” he drawls, “You’re so pretty.”

Billy pulls off of him with a pop, “You’re the pretty one, pretty boy.”

Steve fucking whimpers, it’s pathetic but god damn, the name has taken on a whole new meaning for him. Billy’s wanted him. This whole time.

He curls his tongue around his tip and Steve can’t tear his eyes away, jaw open while pants fall out. It’s never been like this. When Steve’s with girls, there’s a goal in mind, he’s focused on getting off but now, he wants this to last forever and somehow he’s able to hold off on his orgasm, though Billy’s blowing him better than any girl ever has. Then he’s moving away, to lick at Steve’s balls and seriously, he’s in fucking heaven. Girls ignore his sack.

“Jesus,” he breathes, watching in awe while the blonde strokes him slowly, thumb padding against his slit.

Steve’s flooded with the promise of his orgasm, Billy mouthing at his sack while he pulls on his cock.

“Shit,” he curses out, voice wrecked, “Gonna cum.”

Billy moves to wrap his lips around his head and sinks down, swallowing his length and Steve busts, shooting cum down Billy’s throat. He can feel Billy gulp it down which only pulls more from him. He looks obscene as he sits back, lips puffy and pupils blown.

Steve pants against the wall as he stares down at him. He’s a little perturbed as he realizes he wants to get his lips around Hargrove’s cock because in all his times of jacking off with Billy at the forefront of his mind, he was never pleasing the blond. But he wants to now. Wants to see if he’s up to the job.

“Your turn?” Steve proposes, a little shy.

Billy chuckles, standing up and grabbing a hold of Steve’s anxious fingers.

“Don’t know if you’re experienced enough to handle it, pretty boy.”

Steve’s eyebrows knit close, Billy might be right. He’s never had a cock in his mouth but he thinks he’s a quick leaner.

“I can try,” he mumbles but Billy just pats his cheek.

“Next time,” he whispers before making his way toward his locker.

Next time, Steve hangs on the words.

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harringrove week - day 5 - one look at you and i can't disguise

prompt: outsider pov

"wait, talk me through it again?" chrissy is really trying to keep up but occasionally her best friend has a habit of talking in riddles.

billy sighs, lighting another cigarette but holding it away from her so the smoke doesn't hit her, "harrington's making fun of me."

"right, because-"

"because he smiles at me!" billy is only mumbling now, looking away from her.

they're parked on a dirt road with a view of one of the countless fields surrounding hawkins. it's become a habit of sorts, when basketball and cheer practice end at the same time they say they have to study for their spanish class together. instead of doing any such thing they drive past the town sign, park somewhere quiet to sit on the hood of billy's car and talk.

"billy, i promise i'm trying to understand but how does that mean he's making fun of you?"

he huffs and repeats himself, "because he fucking hates me. i beat him up, i was generally not the nicest person around him and then he ignored me for a year. now everytime i have to drive max to that stupid video store he smiles at me like- like that's normal."

"it kinda is what people in service jobs have to do?" chrissy throws in while picking at her nail beds.

"chris, i've seen him with other customers though. the other week max dragged me there to get breakfast club again and tina and her new boyfriend were at the counter when we came in. harrington did not smile once."

"so do you watch him the entire time you're there?"

the thing is that billy's told her he likes boys. only once and very quietly and with bated breath like he expected the worst from her. she just hugged him instead.

"of course not."

chrissy wonders if he knows that he's blushing.

their friendship had developed over shared classes and projects and her being around the basketball team due to jason. though what really made her and billy talk was jason himself - specifically his inability to leave her alone when she told him to. billy only had to witness her having to tell jason no more than once before he even considered listening to her one time before he stepped between them.

billy stuck around her whenever they were in the vicinity of jason and so they talked. a shitty home life, albeit differently so, brought them closer and billy's trust sealed it all.

that was the last time jason ever tried to convince her to do anything and when she ended their relationship, with billy only some feet away, he went away without much arguing. how he called her a bitch and only left because he was scared of billy not because he respected chrissy herself still tastes bitter in her mouth but having gained a best friend out of the whole mess makes that easier to bear.

and though he never said it explicitly again, he's mentioned a few guys from california. he trusts her enough to do that.

and he mentions steve harrington. in fact billy talks about almost nothing but steve harrington without ever realising that himself.

"i ran into harrington."

"harrington wore different jeans to work."

"steve helped me find a movie."

"max says the rumours aren't true. harrington and wheeler are not back together.

and as of recently "harrington hates me because he smiles at me."

"king steve has a new haircut."

"maybe steve wants to be friends? maybe he's ready to move on from what happened," chrissy says hesitantly though she can guess how billy's reaction will look. not once has any hint to steve wanting to be nice actually helped.

so just like chrissy knows that it's not his sister max who likes watching breakfast club, she has come to realise that max's not the one who wants to go to family video at least twice a week. chrissy doesn't quite know how to get billy out of his denial though.

"yeah, right." he scoffs at her and smokes the last of his cigarette before flicking it on the gravel.

it's always the same, sheer and immediate denial of the chance that steve might like billy. if chrissy has to hear another story that involves steve staring at billy with "weird bambi eyes" while he's trying to act nonchalant she might simply have to tell billy that he's being idiotic though. she's reaching her limit.

for the time being she lets billy believe what he wants since her curfew is coming around quicker than she wants.

billy seems to notice their time running thin just like she did, "c'mon, we should head back."

while they drive the rest of the way billy teaches her one spanish curse word as usual, a little loophole that makes their afternoons less of a lie.

billy helps her off the hood and then turns on her favourite tape of his in the car. they both sing along with stevie nicks until they enter hawkins again.

the familiar anxiety starts to grow in her stomach when he parks in front of her house. so as usual she stalls at least for another moment.

"oh, i picked up your weed from eddie." chrissy leans down and picks through her backpack for the small bag she collected for billy during break.

when she hands it over billy is grinning at her and chrissy knows what to expect.

"you know if you just ask munson out on a date you don't have to to pick up my drugs as an excuse to see him anymore, right?"

now it's chrissy's turn to blush while she gets out of the passenger seat. billy's cackling lightly behind her, sounding way too self-satisfied and so before she closes the door chrissy leans back inside to look at him.

"maybe if you get your head out of your ass and ask out steve i'll ask out eddie."

billy's flushed, shocked face makes her giggle all the way to the door.

perhaps they're both useless when it comes to boys but at least they're hopeless together.

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HARRINGROVE FLIP REVERSE IT DAY 1: School Project SFW NSFW | Mature | 2.2k

Sort of unofficially doubling up with Harringrove Week for this one since both events have similar prompts. Also been sitting on this one for a WHIIIILE so I'm excited to share it! Please enjoy 🥰🥰

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Made for @harringrove-flip-reverse-it!

Steve told Billy to bring over a shoe box.

“You’re lucky I keep these.”

“Nice to see you too.”

And it was, despite the odd circumstances that served as an excuse for them to see each other, and for Billy to go to Steve’s house after school without being asked too many questions. When Miss Brown assigned them together, it was because they were the only two no one else wanted to partner up with. Steve and his C-average, Billy and his attitude—a match made in Hawkins High Heaven.

So, the war. One of them. A battle sometime in the late 19th century was the object of their diorama, which would be constructed in a Doc Marten’s box. Steve already had the materials laid out in the garage, all thanks to Dustin, whoever that was. Billy didn’t care, not when he had Steve to focus on.

“Steve, that’s not gonna stick,” Billy told him close to an hour later, after they’d decided to let Billy handle the note cards. Steve was gluing something to the box’s roof, a piece of clay with a glob of Elmer’s. It was laid flat, but still.

“It’s still wet, asshole, of course it’s not.”

Billy laughed. “You got a hot glue gun?” he asked, and Steve pointed to a cabinet where one might have been. “Here, you copy that stuff down. I’ll do this for a bit.” So Steve agreed, and they switched for a few minutes once the glue gun heated up. Steve said he was clumsy and didn’t want to use it anyway. “Can’t let those pretty hands get hurt, huh?” He slapped Billy’s thigh.

Saying so was an omen, apparently, because soon after he started, Billy hissed and swore under his breath. “What happened?” Steve asked, and Billy just laughed and picked at his finger.

“Fucking burned myself,” he said, laughing. “Christ, of course I did.”

“Shit. I’ve got some stuff in the bathroom—“

“It’s fine, man, I’m alright.”

Steve sighed, and Billy surprised himself by letting Steve drag him to the upstairs bathroom anyway, if only because it was Steve. “Max said you like to play nurse,” Billy said. Steve looked through the medicine cabinet until he found a tube of burn gel, sitting it on the counter expectantly.

“You get hurt in my house, you fix it.” One of Steve’s hands perched on his hip, the other flat on the surface of the counter he leaned against. Billy looked at him with both brows raised, a skeptical grin, then held his finger up to Steve’s face.

“You do it.”

Steve blinked. “What?”

“Wanna play nurse, play nurse,” Billy said like it was obvious. “Come on.”

So Steve rolled his eyes and picked up the tube, twisting the cap halfway before flipping it into the sink with his thumb. Billy, suddenly, was aware of how close they really were, surprised that it had gone this far even though he initiated it and knew very well that he did. Steve Harrington, then, was holding his hand; not conventionally, but he was. It was tender. Billy’s playful edge wavered.

Maybe they had passing moments like this sometimes, brief glances upon skin that never led to anything. In the gym, the showers, but mostly the parking lot where there were too many people for anyone to notice. Neither were shy; just cautious.

Now they didn’t have to be. Not in Steve’s bathroom when his parents weren’t home, behind the safety of a locked door, the warmth of Steve’s two-handed grasp. Billy looked from his hand to the tube of burn cream on the sink, expecting Steve to have used it by then, but he only stood and stared at the tip of Billy’s finger. Inspecting the burn, perhaps, but it wasn’t that bad.

“What the hell are you doing, Harrington?” he asked with no bark, no bite. Steve’s thumb rubbed over his knuckle. Billy swore he saw the gears in his head turning ever-so slowly, contemplating, gauging Billy’s pulse from his palm.

Then, just as slowly as those gears turned, Steve tugged just enough for Billy’s finger pad to reach his mouth and press against soft lips—they were just as hot. Billy flinched, and Steve’s hold tightened, but he made no move to pull away completely. He held his ground enough to let Steve know that, yes, he wanted this, and, yes, right now. Steve glanced up from beneath short lashes that Billy hadn’t yet the chance to see arched over his eyelids so perfectly.

“Is this how you charm every project partner?” Billy asked with a smirk and jealous eyes, but Steve shook his head.

“Just you,” he said. A second kiss. Billy relaxed. “I put your name down, you know.” A third.

“Did you?”

“Mhm.”

Billy faltered before asking, “Why me?” and Steve shrugged, teasing him.

“Wanted to see you up close.” A forth right at the bend of his knuckle. “Have a real conversation.”

Smiling, “What’s a real conversation?”

“One where I don’t flip you off…” A fifth to the back of his other knuckles, as if Billy was the royal. “One where you call me pretty boy and mean it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve said and smiled coolly, resting his chin against Billy’s palm. Billy thought he was dreaming when Steve lay his finger between parted lips, first only until the tip hit his teeth, and then right over his tongue. Sweat prickled at Billy’s temples; Steve pulled off, mouth still pressed firmly to warm skin. “You’re salty.”

“I’d have washed my hands if I knew you’d be all over them.”

Steve chuckled. “Mm, it’s okay…” And he licked at Billy’s finger pad like a cat. “I like it.” Then it was two knuckles deep and rolling over to the dip in Steve’s cheek.

“You trying to tell me something?” Steve’s eyes opened, found Billy’s, arched into a smile as he shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, slurred from the space Billy took up in his mouth. “How’s your finger?”

“Better,” Billy said, and Steve leaned in closer, so deliberate that he thought time was slowing down just for them. He pulled his finger out from Steve’s mouth that chased it reluctantly, wanting more but not allowed to have it. His mouth hung open dumbly, and he was leaning against Billy with most of his weight, melting into the other hand that slid up his arm.

Steve was the one to lean even further, up until his open mouth found Billy’s closed lips, overwhelming him to the point of being perfectly still. The face he made when he pulled back was heartbreaking. “Kiss me back,” he said, pleaded, yet Billy could still only stare at his perfectly pink lips, freckled cheeks and forehead that frowned. His eyes were so big, filled with yearning that tugged at every heartstring Billy had.

“Steve…” It came out as a whisper. The last crumb of aching denial rolled away. Billy’s chest worked before his brain, a deep inhale fueling the surge of want that hit him like a train. He kissed Steve back. Oh, did Billy kiss him. Slow, heavy, his movements were sharp, and it was like learning how to do it all over again. He didn’t know what to do with his tongue or his teeth—or his hands, besides gripping tighter to Steve’s hair and t-shirt. He was long gone.

They weren’t so different in height. A couple inches, if that, in Steve’s favor, so even weak in the knees, Billy’s chin turned up to meet his kiss. To look at him in the brief moments they pulled away for air and let their eyes flutter long enough to capture a still of the other, desaturated and pale but beautiful nonetheless. Steve’s arms wrapped around Billy’s shoulders, pulling him closer while pushing back against the wall. Words became blissful sighs and groans, one body dragging the other against it from head to toe. Hips rolled in waves with their spines and sent shivers up their cores.

If Billy tried moving his hands to Steve’s shoulders or back, he nuzzled his head back under Billy’s palm. If he tried to leave Steve’s mouth for his neck, those runaway lips were chased. “Stop it,” Steve said. “Just—let me—please.” Billy huffed a breathy laugh as he was rubbed against like a scratching post.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, baby.” His voice was low enough to vibrate through Steve’s brain and turn him to mush, a useless block of melting ice trying desperately to hold its shape.

“Then don’t make me wait,” Steve told him, pulling away for just long enough to send a message through his eyes. There might have been fear in that look for a moment, a question of whether this was a good idea, whether they would do this and regret ever letting themselves have it, but decidedly they didn’t care about that. Steve was kissed once more, and then began sinking lower to the floor, stamping open-mouthed kisses over Billy’s neck while both hands found shelter under his shirt. It took the two of them to rip it off and throw it into the sink; Steve froze.

“What’s the matter?” Billy asked, suddenly self-conscious when Steve glazed over his torso with sad, pleading, yearning eyes—Billy had never known the difference. “We showered this morning, what’s wrong with you?”

“I know, I know, just—“ Large hands pressed into his sides, thumbs drawing over the front, up to his chest, over each nipple and back down again. Steve lost his train of thought entirely. Then he lowered himself down onto one knee, pressed the side of his face against Billy’s abdomen, listening for the heartbeat as it pulsed through him in waves. A kiss placed just next to his belly button slowed Billy’s breaths down before they accelerated again, both hands still wading through Steve’s hair and following the motions of his head.

Lower it went, lips and teeth and tongue still dragging over Billy’s skin like a thirsty hound, and frantic hands followed with reluctance to part from their station on his bare hips. He hadn’t even realized when Steve unbuckled his belt until the zipper of his jeans was being pried apart. Embarrassment washed over him and rose goosebumps everywhere. Steve chuckled, and Billy started to yank them back up when he was asked, “Do you always go commando?”

“What?”

Steve moved Billy’s hands away and pushed under the waist of his jeans, kneading his hips, seemingly unbothered by his unimpressive size: small enough to get away without briefs and not draw prying eyes. “Just for me, then?” Steve looked up, matching Billy’s gaze between kisses to his pelvic bone, cheek and jawline dragging over the hair and making brief points of contact against an aching cock.

“You don’t—you’re not—“

“Billy.” His jeans were down to his ankles by then, and he was more exposed than he’d been in his life. Physically, emotionally, intimately with someone he’d fantasized about and drooled over for months. Someone whose palms were firmly pressed against his glutes, whose fingers they melded to effortlessly. “You’re gorgeous.”

He could have cried, but Steve’s mouth fitting around his shaft kept those tears behind his eyes and made him shudder hard. He supposed the king’s tongue was a myth, then, only rumor dictating how sophisticated Steve’s palate was. Perhaps Billy was a delicacy, which he considered while Steve rolled over and under, pulsed against the tip, pushed a hand between Billy’s thighs to rub palm-up against his balls. There weren’t words or a sound he could make to express, with uninhibited honestly, what this meant and did for him, but Steve didn’t mind the quiet.

Billy’s huffs and hisses filled the space, harmonizing low, long hums with Steve’s. Every so often, his hips jerked, and he got teeth in return. Not hard but softly gliding along the stretch of his cock and around the base, sucking where his scrotum started and coaxing louder grunts.

Steve swallowed. Kept a hand firmly against Billy’s groin when he stood back up and kissed him some more. “Salty, salty, salty…” For a moment, Billy was reluctant to kiss him back but did anyway when his face was turned forward by a firm hold on his jaw. It was disgusting and arousing at once, to kiss Steve with the ghost of his own flavor. Not that he cared all that much, because he was still kissing Steve Harrington; Steve Harrington was still kissing him. It was bliss.

Breathless, Billy pulled his jeans back up and tugged on his shirt with languid arms and Steve’s assistance. “We can go to bed if you want,” Steve said against Billy’s ear, a hand on his chest and fingers tracing over reddened collarbones.

“We’ll—let’s—“ God, he was so dizzy. “Project first, Harrington, come on.” He sniffed, trying to play it cool, like he hadn’t just had the next week’s energy sucked out of him. “You’re not getting a C on my watch.”

One more kiss—there was a joke in there somewhere—and they were back in the garage for a while. Closer this time, more touchy, more distracted, and more sure than they’d ever been that this was right.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Harringrove Harvest Week- Day 6

Prompt: Vampire x Hanahaki Disease

Warnings: Referenced past character death

Billy wakes up. That’s all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to wake up.

None of this was supposed to happen.

His best friend, a vampire. A beautiful vampire he couldn’t help but fall for. The cause of his death and the cause of him opening his eyes days after his broken heart stopped beating.

He’s pissed.

The room is dark. Kind of like everything these days. He doesn’t need to see him to know he’s here. Billy growls, “Why am I alive? What did you do to me, Steve!”

Steve’s voice is so soft, in contrast with the things he’s done. It would make Billy’s blood boil, if he wasn’t recently undead.

“I saved you.”

Billy turns around, trying to find Steve. Velvet curtains. Antique wood. Bullshit tacky vampire aesthetic. He brought him back to his house. His bullshit creepy fucking hideout.

Another hot flash of rage strikes Billy’s still heart. He yells until his voice goes raspy, “No! You damned me to suffering. Eternal fucking heartbreak! I hate you!”

“You didn’t before. You bloomed for me.”

This ancient asshole and his bullshit flowery language. Billy finally catches a glimpse of Steve out of the corner of his eye, lounging all casually cloaked in darkness, like this was some fucked up cliché and not his fucking life on the line.

Billy turns on him, marches closer to drive his words like a stake right into that unfeeling soul of Steven Harrington, “Dont fucking put it like that. I suffocated. I choked to death on fucking rose thorns. For you!”

Billy’s death was slow. Miserable. Unexplained. Steve wasn’t there to comfort him then. Not from the first time a single pedal with two drops of blood landed in his palm until the day he died a month later. That only drew out his pain.

But Steve doesn’t see it that way. “That’s why I saved you. You loved me.”

No shit. Why else was he coughing up red and black roses for four fucking weeks? Feeling his lungs and his throat be torn open by thorns and filled with blood and sap. Of course he loved him.

It’s Steve that cursed him to this. Billy needs him to know that. “But you didn’t love me.”

“I couldn’t. I’m dead. More than a century old. My heart doesn’t beat, and it doesn’t feel.” Steve explains simply, cold and logical, until he falters. For just a moment, vulnerability seeps into his words. Almost like an apology that things ended up this way, but not quite, “I couldn’t.”

Billy takes that vulnerability and twists it into what he needs to hear, “Did you want to love me?”

“Yes. That’s why you’re here, Billy.” Shit. He wasn’t expecting to get that.

Billy stands in stunned silence, the fight suddenly drained from him like the color in his life. Steve can tell, he always can, and he always tries to make things right after. “It hurt to watch you hurting, but it had to happen this way. For us to be together.”

That’s all Billy ever wanted. Was for Steve to put some fucking effort back in for every single speech and breath and drop of blood Billy had traded away for him. Does it matter now that it’s too late? He’s already dead. He’ll only suffer more if he doesn’t give him a chance.

But he’s scared of forever. “Are you just sweet talking, or do you mean it this time?”

“I swear by it.” Steve assures him, taking strides to be the one to reach out, and hold Billy’s hands in his own.

He used to call Billy a weak human, when they’d meet and he was covered in bruises. But Billy isn’t human at all anymore, and he won’t bend to Steve’s every whim. Not letting go of his hands, he challenges, “Prove it.”

“I gave you life and immortality.” Steve acts like that means anything. Like that’s what he wanted.

It’s not bad, but there’s something missing. Billy decides to make it clear what he wants, pulling himself even closer to Steve.

“So fucking prove it by spending it with me.”

“That’s easy. I let you go once. I don’t want to lose you again.”

So Steve wasn’t just bloodthirsty. He really meant it.

Billy lets his walls come all the way down now. Like that small declaration was enough to make up for it. Maybe it is. He’s never been resurrected by a vampire who refused to love him before to know.

He lunges forward, and pulls Steve into him by the collar of his shirt for an embrace. It’s rougher than it needs to be, full of passion and anger and something in between, “You better keep your damn promise, Steve.”

“I will, Billy.” Steve promises, delicate, claw-like fingers in Billy’s dry curls. This is the most emotion Billy has ever felt from him, and he’s so relieved and happy to hear Steve say, “I’m sorry.”

Scared to lose it now, he demands, more like a question, “Make it up to me then.”

“I already told you I will. Do you trust me?” Steve holds Billy’s face gently. So gently. Billy can’t help but lean into the touch.

Billy almost forgets that Steve was speaking to him. That’s his charm, the reason why Billy fell so deeply in love his body couldn’t survive it.

He’s still mad though. Giving Steve the satisfaction of his trust makes him feel too easy,

“I shouldn’t.”

“But do you?” Steve sees through him, of course he does.

In Steve’s arms, with more time to process, that’s easier to deal with. Billy is sated now, the rage inside him replaced with peace now that he’s this close to getting what he wants.

Part of him wonders if that change will be permanent. He’s never seen passion like that from Steve. Vampires are bullshit.

“Yes. For some stupid fucking reason, yeah, I trust you. And I love you too, asshole.” Billy's true feelings never changed though. So much for the unfeeling monster act.

He feels sadness too, in the silence that follows his declaration to Steve. After everything, he needs to hear it back. He clutches onto Steve’s button up tighter, “Say it back.”

And then Steve’s smiling, alluring fangs on display, making Billy run his teeth over his own to feel what it’s like. It’s going to take a while to get used to this.

Especially once Steve promises, giving in to what Billy wanted all this time, “You know you don’t have to ask anymore. I love you, Billy.”

It’s only then that Billy truly blooms.

[memes-saved-me]

The Warmth of The Spring Sun

Modern AU fluff piece for Harringrove For Ukraine for @chrisbitchtree 🖤Thank you for donating and letting me write something cute for a change lol

AO3

Days like this one were Billy's favourite. The kind that sails by without a care in the world and yet still has moments that you would give up all the others to stay there forever. Lying in the grass out of the school grounds with Steve being one of those.

They had slipped away. Made an excuse to leave their friends and go to the meadow that went untouched by everything except themselves and nature. It was always quiet, with no one there to distract or interrupt as they let the clouds slowly pass by. Sometimes Billy would come here alone and think. Not about anything in particular but just to clear his mind. Mostly when the school was closed so no one would see him but he preferred being there with Steve.

Both of them lying there only an inch or so apart with their arms behind their heads gazing upwards at the sky. What the other was thinking, they didn't know but it didn't matter because their presence alone was enough to calm what sometimes was a hectic or stressful day. No words needed but they did help.

"Do you ever think about what we're gonna do after high school?" Steve asked turning his head to look at his boyfriend who smiled. "I do."

It was always what  they  were going to do as if the thought of Billy not being in Steve's life never occurred to him. Even though they hadn't been dating for very long, New Year's Eve was when they finally confessed and kissed as the clock struck midnight. The time leading up to that much longer of course but sometimes it would hit Billy. Butterflies, like he was a teenage girl at a boyband concert would seep right through him until he stopped thinking about it.

"Yeah," Billy replied but he kept looking at the clouds, Steve's gaze too much for him to give an honest answer.

Steve sat up before rolling to straddle Billy, blocking the sun from his eyes so all he could see was the boy who quite literally brought light into his life. "And what do you think?"

"Well," he sighed and moved his hand to rest on Steve's knee as he used to other to support his head. "I'll go wherever you do."

The two of them paused, their relationship nothing Billy had ever experienced before and one he never wanted to lose. The ease of it all, how Steve looked at him every morning before school or when he watched him walk to his front door before driving away. How their hands always found each other, just like in that moment as Steve sat on top of him running his thumbs over the back of his hand without even thinking about it. But mostly the fact they hadn't had sex yet.

It wasn't something Billy expected from Steve, his lack of experience with boys being something he was very much aware of so he took it slow. Wanted Steve to make the decision of when and where it was going to happen but the thing that he didn't expect was that he didn't particularly want it. Every encounter he ever had was quick, rushed and over before he could really enjoy it. All of them practically stranger he never saw again so when it came to Steve who he was starting to believe was the love of his life, he wanted it to be special.

They hadn't even said it yet but Billy knew he felt it, whether Steve did he wasn't sure but there was plenty of time for firsts and he left those up to Steve. It was as if he was lying in the spring sun, warmth soaking into his pours whenever he felt Steve's touch on his skin. Never having felt that way about anyone or anything but there he was, smiling down at him like he was the only thing that mattered.

Overwhelmed with whatever it was that Steve filled him with he sat up and wrapped his arms around him so that he could kiss him. At first soft and then deep, Steve's hands moved to cup Billy's face as he held Steve close. They pulled away, both smiling.

"I think about you," Steve said tracing Billy's jaw as he looked up at the brunette. "A hell of a lot."

"I mean I am your boyfriend," he chuckled. "What exactly is it that you think about...when thinking about me?"

Steve looked away and climbed to his feet leaving Billy sitting in the grass. "It's just...well," he sighed and turned to look down at him. "I've never been in love and not had sex."

Billy could have sworn a gust of wind took the breath right out of him as he processed what he had just said. It was as if Steve had read his mind because suddenly the conversation he had been waiting for was here and they only had a few more minutes before lunch was over.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a nice change but I just didn't expect it," he looked up at the clouds as Billy got to his feet and walked over to him.

"You love me?" he asked instead of stating because the fact he did was still circulating through his brain from his ears.

"Shit," Steve let out a laugh and placed his hands on Billy's waist to pull him closer. "Did I not say it before right now?"

"No," Billy couldn't help but smile as not the warmth of the sun but his love for Steve set in.

"That explains the look on your face," he continued to be very amused by Billy's reaction. "Well, I do so...and I don't mind not having sex by the way. It would be nice but I kinda want it to be special because yeah I just want it to be."

Billy huffed a laugh and smiled. "Me too."

"Really?" Steve said and dropped his shoulders in relief. "I thought you just didn't want to in case I sucked at it."

"Oh, I know you don't," they both laughed but it was Steve who went in for the kiss this time.

Their bodies flush against one another, fingers interlocked with one hand and the other holding the other's neck. A kiss that said whatever they couldn't but just as it was about to get good they were interrupted by the end of lunch bell. Both of them groaned in annoyance as they pulled away but didn't let go for a moment.

"I've got to pick up some homework. Wanna come with?" Steve asked. "You have a free period right?"

"I've got to go to the library to meet Robin so I'll walk you," Billy replied pulling away to scoop up his backpack and throw it over his shoulder.

Steve did the same and they started the short walk over the field, no serious responsibilities waiting so they took their time. Not wanting the conversation or moment to end Billy slipped his hand into Steve's and moved closer so their arms brushed against one another as they walked out of the treeline and onto the cut grass of the football field.

"I want to have sex by the way," Steve said cutting off the silence. "I'm not scared of it if you think that or something."

Billy really didn't know how to reply to that, his mind rushing through everything he could say but coming up with nothing so instead, he nodded and looked sideways at his boyfriend who smiled.

"I don't want to put too much thought into it," he continued. "Maybe we should just let it happen when it does."

"I'd like that."

"Heat of the moment or just when my parents are away or something," Steve squeezed his hands slightly. "No planning because then I'll get in my head and freak out."

They both let out a soft laugh and before they could even register that they were, they were walking on concrete. Billy dropped his hand but let Steve rest his arm around his shoulder as they walked through the side entrance into the thankfully empty hall. It was something he was still working on, being open about their relationship but he forgot about all of that when he caught sight of Robin leaning against his locker with an unimpressed expression directed at him.

"Sneaking off for a quickie during lunch are we?" she pushed herself off to stand up straight and rolled her eyes. "It's great you two are in love or whatever but I need to get this project done before the wedding bells are ringing so let's go."

Steve smiled and let Billy step out from under his hold but not before turning to face him. A very loud groan came from their friend before she walked away knowing he would soon follow, which distracted Billy from the fact he could feel his chest tightening and his stomach fluttering as he looked into Steve's eyes. Confusion dawned on his face as he waited to see what Billy was going to say or do.

"I love you too by the way."

"Oh, I know," Steve smirked which got a light shove out of Billy who shook his head with an eye roll just to be sure before turning to follow Robin.

[deathclassic]

i was tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that​​ and @mikhailoisbaby​​ to do this fic writer/artist tag! ive never seen an artist version of this so this is exciting :D

1. Do you post on Ao3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post?

i dont post art on ao3 but i post fics there,,,,not gonna say my username though

2. What is your total art count?

we gotta be like 500+ by now

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos?

they’re all dan and phil surprise surprise i was surprised that the first one has 12k notes for some reason. im just going to link them

spooky week sketches  amazingphil shop spon PHIL QUIFF DEBUT!!! black ‘n’ white dan phil is not on fire collection

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

i try to but sometimes i forget and i also dont have notifcations on any social media turned on so i miss a lot of things

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for?

currently drawing for umbrella academy, shameless and stranger things. first fandom i properly drew for was one direction but i was drawing stuff for like panic at the disco and powerpuff girls and my little pony and my chemical romance when i was like 7

6. Have you ever received hate on any art?

tonnes lol, i’d say every 2-3 pieces i draw gets some kind of negative attention. recently there’s been an asshole in my asks accusing me of fetishising ian and mickey so thats something to look forward to every time i pose 

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to?

i want to go back to shows i watched as a kid like total drama island and draw the characters in my art style, i did it with the winx club earlier this year and it was fun. i want to draw harringrove but im not mentally prepared to be like,,,sent death threats atm

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i dont know tbh ian and mickey are up there i guess

9. Do you draw outside of fandom?

yeah im a graphic designer so i draw a lot of shit 

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected?

this one actually

11. Do you draw smut?

sometimes

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied?

yeah of course, someone sells my shit on redbubble and i have to keep reporting them

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece?

yes! @mishervellous​ and i did that amazing comic together for gallacrafts and im so proud of that! also collaborated with a lot of dan and phil artists to make a calendar, a phil is not on fire poster and some general collabs for fun (if anyone wants to collab hmu bc im down)

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw?

i really want to draw drummer mickey for some reason

15. What are your drawing strengths?

people i guess, maybe like details on clothes and stuff?

16. What are your drawing weaknesses?

hands and feet lol

17. What’s your favorite art piece you’ve drawn?

im so proud of this drawing even though no one really liked it, like looking at it makes me so happy

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know?

like harvey said haha i also use the same colour palette especially skin tones and hair colours also i sketch a lot of the drawings traditionally and then trace over it on photoshop

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom?

myself. i would still be drawing even if no one notices it. heck i draw so much stranger things stuff only for a top of 10 people across instagram, twitter and tumblr to interact with it. 

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favourite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight

i sit at my desk and use a wacom tablet and my laptop. I have my other laptop open and im normally listening to a tv show that ive seen so i dont have to pay attention or a play through of a game or some creepy stories. sometimes i listen to music on my record player. i always spend ages looking at pose references and rage quitting when i dont draw it right the first time before coming back to it a few hours later. i draw mostly in the evenings, after dinner. sometimes i drink a hot chocolate if its late enough lol. 

im gonna tag @mishervellous​ @doodlevich​ @heymrspatel​ @adakechi​ 

[kaizenkhaos]

Day 19. I'm skipping Day 17 as I'm not so brave as to post the content yet (it was SM related) but I might post that on a03 once I get that sorted out properly ^^

Billy might be missing something but when he comes across Steve, well.... maybe he isn't after all.

Theme: collaring ;)

Day 19 (Collaring - Harringrove)

It wasn't quite what he'd had in mind when Billy had started to call him pet as a joke. But soon it had descended into the type of chaos he really should have expected from a guy like Hargrove. He never really knew which way the guy was gonna swing a particular thing until it was there in his face, and there it was.

Swinging from a black leather leash.

His eyes trailing up to the length and to the ringed hand which it hung from. Trying his best not to pay attention to the round spiked collar which was dangling off the end. The thing which was making him feel a way that he'd never have thought possible by just looking at a freaking dog collar.

Of course he wasn't gonna say any of that out loud.

"Looks like you lost something," Steve smirked, slowly getting up from where he was sat so he could finally go toe to toe, eye to eye with the other teen, who just stood there grinning, tongue wagging and eyes very much focused on his own.

"Yep," was the simple answer that Billy came back with, the p popping as his eyes drifted down, as if realising for the first time that the collar was empty.

Of course, it wasn't really that. As with a lot of what Billy did, it was for show and a show he fancied himself tonight. Steve could have one too, if he played his cards right. "Sure looks like it. But hey, whilst you're here, how about you try it on for size Harrington?"

[mrsblackruby]

Truly my blog is screaming all day about stuff I’m interested in but sometimes I promise y’all I make edits, art, and write shit. Ik It’s hard to believe that tho 💀

Important disclaimer: I MAINLY STAN CHARACTERS WHO I THINK WOULD BE BITCHY ANARCHIST LIKE ME BUT USUALLY HAVE THEIR SHIT MORE TOGETHER THAN ME.

PUNKS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN AND YOU CAN’T HAVE FUN FUN UNLESS YOU DESTROY RACISM AND CAPITALISM!!!

MY CASE FOR RAT MAN INDEX

Me reading to much into the politics of Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove

(This 1st part is a STAND ALONE POST 4 people who don’t care or don’t have the time for the rest of my case but want an overview of my argument. You can also still read it with the rest of my series if interested and the post is still kinda long tho… keep that in mind if you choose to read;)

“The 5 part series”

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #1

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #2

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #3

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #4

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #5

The Final Part😭

Podcast response to an ask because I am chaotic: Will The Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove Fandom Ever Know Peace 😭

(Hopefully this is the only podcast response I ever have to do. But, Hey! let me know if you found it helpful tho… cuz if I ever do another I will up the quality.)

A little Bonus: Billy Hargrove Meta Just a tragedy

The stranger things fandom in general needs more critical thinking skills

Lol feelings mutual u alone aren’t the problem

Harringrove meta warning ur gonna get the🥾

Sticks and stones I hate it here fandom meta more fandom meta

It’s my drug drives me crazy my hottest take

Capitalist fuckery from Netflix what I am💀

ME SOUNDING LIKE A HIPPEIE

PUTTING IT INTO WORDS

Take a CLEAR stand.

This is a Nancy wheeler hate blog

I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME BILLY’S LAWYER IN MY DOWN TIME BUT I’M GONNA QUIT IF I DON’T START GETTING PAID

Take a shot every time you see this emoji

🤦🏿‍♀️

I don’t know why I did this to myself no one asked me to do it, I mostly made this for Billy fans so we can all scream together collectively in the chaos

My intent I think kinda

Case Closed

Verdict: Billy is my ratson who deserves better!!!

If you are sensitive to topics of online harassment but want to interact with my fan content pls filter out tw fandom discourse tag

I’m gonna make an attempt to have tags from now on for #fandom and #non fandom filter as needed if you wanna see both don’t filter

Hopefully coming soon don’t expect it tho I’m unreliable…

An actual depiction of racism I connect to personally.

Patrick meta

Character guides for my fanfic Townie

YouTube link

Navigation 4 tags lol

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN HOBIE BROWN

We love SPIDER PUNK 🕸

No saying Hobie is 23 ain’t harmful go somewhere else with your made up problems <- funny Hobie Brown age discourse meta

Don’t try to completely turn the idea of an indefinite strike down

My case might be closed but I’m still willing to defend/ support any Billy fans who find themselves dealing with online harassment. Only if they want my help of course. (And as long as I’m on tumblr or until I find it overwhelming)

Love to the Billy fandom🥰! Thank you 4 uplifting my perspective! I call this series a success because of all the support I got 💕 there’s no problem taking joy in weirdly specific interests that give you comfort… this fandom has done nothing inherently worse than other fandoms except distracting me from my college assignments. Y’all really do make my day a special one. This is a love letter to prove that! If anyone ever gives you heat 4 liking Billy(there an ass and) I want y’all to know I have found it very soothing to reread these blog posts just reassuring myself I’m not a bad person for liking a fictional character.

Also I don’t mind people sharing this on any platform…I’m made this as a resources for those who care about the issue and don’t want to participate in the behavior I put into question so if you choose to share my case on any other platforms on the internet I do not mind. Just please remember to be kind.

I found this conversation very thought provoking… now my blog will probably just be Harringrove shit posting, Billy theories, other hyper-fixations of mine, politics, might do a fanfic here or there, might do some edits if I have the time, and I might get in some Billy discourse now and then but not nearly as much as I use 2.

You know one ☝️ thing I might consider doing is sharing my dumbass opinion on media/medium relationships with the audience and how it interacts/overlaps/ manifest in abuse culture. The only reason I’m hesitant to do that is because that’s a much deeper larger discussion that deserves way more care/ research than my Billy Hargrove defense case. I’m also not an expert and I don’t want to misinform just share my opinions on the internet. idk tho 🤷🏿‍♀️I might not do it. If I do might not put it in tags just have it available for my followers. Bruh don’t even get me started cuz I could get into the politics of any media I watch on my free time. I could write a book about it lol 😆

I’m very new to tumblr so I hope I didn’t do anything that goes against etiquette and if I did pls let me know.

[starkstruck27]

Harringrove Week Day 2

Prompt(s): To Be Happy, Porterhouse Steak

Dialogue Challenge: "So, did you get what you wanted?"

Word Count: 666

Tw(s): none

“So, did you get what you wanted? Because I already told you you can order anything your little heart desires,” Steve asked as he returned to their table. It was Billy’s birthday, so he’d decided to take him out for dinner. He had already been planning on it, and since his parents were in town, he invited them along, too. After all, what better time would there be to introduce them? That’s how they ended up at such a fancy restaurant, even though Billy already told him he didn’t want his birthday to be a big thing.

“I got the only thing on the menu that I was able to pronounce, if that’s what you’re asking,” Billy said, grinning and taking his boyfriend’s hand under the table. 

“Even though I told him how to pronounce everything and told him what it was,” Steve’s mother, Marjorie, added in. 

“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Harrington, but if I can’t pronounce it, I’m not going to put it in my mouth,” Billy said, “Besides, I like a good Porterhouse steak.”

“I can understand that,” Marjorie said, “but what I can’t understand is why you keep calling me ‘Mrs. Harrington’. You’re making me feel like an old lady! I told you, call me Margie.”

Billy blushed a little with a sheepish smile, but Margie only laughed and winked at him. She liked him, and Steve’s father, Peter, seemed to like him, too, even though he was a man of very few words. Still, the ones he did say seemed only approving of the young man. Both Peter and Margie could tell that Steve was completely head over heels for Billy, and it seemed like they were good for each other. 

Margie could already picture the beautiful wedding they would have, and the grandchildren they would indefinitely adopt that she would be able to spend her retirement looking after. Peter could imagine it, too, but he was more focused on the sizable check he would probably have to write to make it all a reality. He didn’t mind it, though. He knew Steve grew up practically raising himself, and that he was often hard on his boy, even if he wasn’t there to help him learn to better himself. He and Steve butted heads more often than not, but Peter loved his son, and he would do anything to make sure he and anyone he cared about was happy. 

Dinner went a lot better than Steve could have ever imagined. Not that he was expecting disaster, but he just never knew what to expect with his parents. But by the time the meal was over, Billy had Margie fawning over him and Peter discussing some sort of business thing that he and Margie didn’t understand. Peter had even started laughing at one of his jokes at one point, but it wasn’t the stiff, stale laugh that he used when one of his colleagues made a joke. He actually thought it was funny, and it made Steve happy that his parents had taken to his boyfriend so quickly.

After they’d finished eating, Steve waved over the waiter and told Billy to get whatever kind of dessert he wanted. Billy chose cheesecake with strawberries, and just as the waiter had gone, Billy stood up to use the restroom before dessert.

“I’m glad you guys like Billy so much. You do like him, right?” Steve asked, suddenly nervous.

“Of course we do! He’s a very nice young man,” Margie said, taking a sip of her wine.

“Good, because I think I’m gonna ask him to marry me tonight. You guys… don’t have a problem with that?” Steve asked, tightening his fist around the box in his pocket.

“Of course not, honey! I’m so happy for you!” Margie exclaimed, smiling brightly.

“Dad?” Steve asked, sucking in a deep breath and holding it.

“Well,” Peter said, sipping his whiskey with a smile, “I gotta hand it to you, son, that is one hell of a birthday present.”

[billy-the-hurricane]

200 harringrove

Hi sorry it took me a ridiculously huge amount of time to do this, but here we gooo

200. "He loves you, you know? He's just afraid of admitting it"

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Steve and Billy's friendship was.. complicated to say the least. Admittedly, Hargrove having punched the shit out of the other boy last November was probably not helping their case. Before that fight, it had been rivalry, mainly fueled by Billy while Steve tried his best to just ignore the guy. After that, they kept their distance for a while, and Steve found out from Dustin that Maxine had threatened her brother with a nailed bat to leave them alone. But the whole thing felt off to Harrington. It's a good thing Hargrove wasn't trying to fight with him anymore, but it seemed everything else was gone with it. His fire died down. Billy came back to school with a black eye Steve knew for a fact he wasn't the one responsible for, and alarmingly quiet. Him who usually was loud and obnoxious was just trying to stay quiet. After interrogating Max (god forbid he'd ask the guy himself), he wasn't given much of an answer, but it seemed Mayfield definitely felt somewhat of an embarrassment when the question dropped. This only concerned him more. The real turn however was one time Steve drove the redhead back to Cherry Lane. Both Neil and Billy's vehicles were parked here and as soon as they got out of Steve's beamer, they could already hear some fighting was going on inside.

"Steve, you should leave now" Max had told, despite the concern written across her face.

"why? What's happening?" Harrington asked with a worried frown that only deepened as Neil's voice raised even louder. They could hear him like he was simply in the room next to them and not outside the house. Max bit the inner side of her cheek, swallowing hard.

"Please, you really sho-" The girl had started before their discussion was cut short by the most haunting pleading Steve's heard. At least in a while. It was clearly Billy screaming, with the sound of a vase breaking right after. He couldn't make up the exact words, but it was obvious the blond was begging for this to stop.

And things kind of clicked. Why Billy was behaving the way he did. Despite Max trying to avoid this being known, because Billy doesn't want it to be known he's guessing, Steve knows now. No matter how much his guts are telling him to storm inside, to just do something, anything, he leaves. He feels extremely gross for days afterwards, spent the weekend wondering if complying to the redhead's request had been a good idea at all. When Billy showed up at school with a scar forming on his eyebrow, having split it in a way that probably would never grow back, Steve had no doubt about the situation.

So he tried finding small ways to somehow approach Billy, befriend him. It was clear the guy's behaviour was stemming from his life at home, but Steve was certain that with some help, he could give the blond a more healthy outlet than knocking people out. This was definitely easier said than done, with Billy being very hostile at the idea of ever hanging out or even being seen with the guy. But one step at a time, one meaningless small talk at a time, they started actually hanging out at lunch. Then after school. Shared joints and deeper conversations ensued over the course of a few months and although this didn't fix Billy's issue, it was obvious he wasn't as agitated anymore.

The main turning point for them was a night of April. In which Steve confided in his own insecurities. Brought up his failed relationship with Nancy, the fact that his parents themselves didn't know him more than on an acquaintance type of level. He felt alone in a stupidly big fucking house all the time, stuck with nightmares he couldn't describe to the blond. For a second he thought maybe Billy would mock him, or flee his way out of the conversation but he did not. He listened. Hargrove let Steve talk and although it was clear the Californian native wasn't used to give advices, he genuinely tried and it showed. Then he opened up too. Billy seemed really hesitant for a hot minute, but he confessed to the abuse at home. The fact that it's been happening for so long and gradually getting worse. The fact that it took an awful turn when Neil caught him with a guy.

Holy shit.

That wasn't expected for sure, caught him off-guard for sure and judging by Billy's face, it showed. The guy looked like he was seeing someone dying. It hit him now. Just how much trust Billy has in him now, to even just share this.

"Nevermind, I'll just go" Hargrove blurted out, getting up with a reddening face. An awful sense of embarrassment coursing through his body. He just made a fool of himself. Again. As he walked out, Steve ran after him, grabbing his wrist but Billy instantly moved it away almost mechanically.

"Listen man, it's okay, I just didn't expect it" Harrington awkwardly let out, watching Billy's back still turned towards him. "It's a bit of a lot to process at once that's all. I think I figured out for your dad, but I didn't know you.." the brunet went on, earning a chuckle that held no joy from Hargrove. "It's okay. That doesn't change anything for me. I'm sorry this happened to you, you don't deserve any of it. Just know you can always come over if you need to sleep away from your house"

And just like this, Billy's sexual orientation was never brought up again. Steve was supportive and offered him a roof more than anyone has in YEARS. He was always stupidly kind, never asked for anything in return. Billy finally had a safe space and someone he could count on. Billy laughed harder than he ever had with him, and the experience was mutual. It was just. Easy. Stress free. Well until he caught feelings. Until he came to realize just to what degree Harrington mattered to him. He'd rather die than admit it, of course, but they were there. The stupid fucking butterflies. Whenever Steve smiled too bright of showed too much care. Usually Billy found a way to distract them both with something totally different, just so he can focus on something else than the way he feels. But with time, it became harder and harder and the fear of slipping up grew bigger and bigger. As much as it pained Billy, he slowly tried distancing himself. Just to avoid this disaster.

However, what Billy hadn't anticipated was just how much this would hurt Steve. He just couldn't understand what the hell he did to upset Billy. And whenever he asked, Hargrove would assure nothing happened and they're fine.

After weeks of useless back and forth, Steve asked Max. Asked what the hell was wrong with Billy. And apparently that was a really stupid question, judging by the stare she gave him. She shook her head with a whispered "boys" before looking around them to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"You really have no idea?" the redhead asked, crossing her arms.

"Not really, no" the teenage boy reiterated with a sigh.

"He loves you, y'know? He's just afraid to admit it" Maxine explained. "He's changed a lot since you guys made peace. It's obvious he cares a lot for you, so please don't let this destroy your friendship. Just give him time to move on-" she started, cut by Steve that was finally processing the words.

"He's in love with me?" Harrington questioned, although the answer was given to him even before he spoke. Well, damn. He didn't even add anything else, just left with Max calling him behind him.

He just hopped into his beamer and drove off, later realizing he probably scared her to death, she probably thought he was about to fight with her brother over it. But he just had to see Billy. It's now been weeks since he's been questioning himself over this, over how much he cares about the blond. Over the implications of it. But hearing Billy loved him was like all of his thoughts now made sense. He parked into the public pool's parking lot, knowing Billy was on his Saturday shift. He walked in, ignored the girl at the entrance, vaguely explaining he was there to see Billy and headed to the lockers, finding him there.

"The hell are you doing here?" Billy told, putting his sweater on properly as Harrington was just walking towards him in an overwhelmingly confident manner. Now dragged into a changing room, he's really starting to freak out.

"Jesus man, what's your issue?!" Hargrove insisted as the brunet locked the door behind them. "What do you want?"

Steve just found himself speechless once locked in here with the other, now only fully understanding what this was. "You're in love with me" he let out, quite breathless sounding. And Billy turned white like a ghost. The guy that usually dripped in confident was losing all of his arrogance in seconds.

"No" Hargrove mumbled out, his voice now slightly shaky. There were no fucking way out. Both of the discussion and physically.

"You're not a good liar" Steve smiled, watching the blond embarrass himself like a twelve year old.

"Fuck off" Billy replied, trying to move Steve out of the way, just to get his arm pulled even closer into Harrington's space, chest pressed against chest. Steve had this dumb smile on his face, and Billy felt like this was a joke at his expense. Couldn't be anything else. "That's not funny. Just beat the shit out of me, get this over with already"

"I want you to tell me. Say it to me, please" Steve said, completely ignoring Billy's previous words.

"Are you serious?"

"Please" Harrington asked again.

"I.." he looked away, swallowing tightly. "I'm in love. With you"

In response, Steve gave him one of those beautiful bright smiles of his, his hand sliding up to cup Billy's cheek. "You're beautiful" he told before leaning in to kiss that fucking idiot.