#ship: billy x steve

[stbb-summaries]

Story # 7

Title: Tentative title: Hidden treasure Main Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: E (Explicit, Includes explicit scenes) Genre: Action, Adventure Word Count: 38k Completeness: 7 Warnings: mention of domestic violence, robbery, violence, mention of slavery (not really part of the main plot but mentioned), murders, gun violence, omegas are seen as inferior, knotting, no mpreg, rejection sickness Summary:

In an omegaverse world, the alpha Billy Hargrove, captain of the pirate ship the Golden Lion, is traveling with his lover and second in command, the beta Eddie Munson, and their crew, raiding every merchant ship they can get their hands on. One day during one of their attacks, they stumble on a pretty beta boy who’s trying to get back to London, paying for his journey with golden jewels. Why is Steve, the pretty boy, so desperate to get to London quickly? Is he running from something? But the more important question is: is he really a beta or not?

Art forms preferred: I'd like any art! Highest rating art preferred: M (Mature, Shows adult themes, but not explicitly)

[harringroveera]

Girls’ night! They eat and watch movies and do manicures and also talk about their idiot friends in love!

[el1ieez]

I fear I may be running out of predrawn harringrove

[iiluvkiss]

gay toxic ship, lets go

[plistommy]

Steve waking up from a nightmare and Billy holding him after will always have such a soft spot in my heart…

He’d kiss Steve’s forehead and tell him that everything will be okay, that he was here to keep Steve safe and no one could hurt him or the people he loved as long as Billy was around. Steve would laugh softly at that.

He’d hold Steve till the sun starts to creep its way through the blinds, Steve’s back to his chest as the boy finally falls asleep relaxed in Billy’s arms.

[weird-an]

"Captain Harrington!" someone yells.

Steve has to hide his grin. He still can't believe it. He did it. He's the Captain of one of the biggest starships in the galaxy. The USS Hawkins has been a dream for long and now she's under his command.

"Henderson," he nods. His science officer. An annoying little know-it-all Steve has known since the academy, has survived the horrors of the tunnels with on the first mission he was leading all those years ago. Steve is so happy they're on the Hawkins together.

"Have you heard?" Dustin's voice nearly cracks. "They're about to announce First Officer today and you'll never guess who is here today!"

That's what they are all here for, to meet the last crew member, one of the most important positions on a ship and then get debriefed for the first mission. But Dustin's eyes are wide and he's forgetting to breathe between words.

"Steve, it's-"

"Captain Harrington," a voice drawls. Steve knows this voice too well, it was the first thing he heard when he woke up hungover after the orientation week of Starfleet Academy.

Shit.

Billy Hargrove grins at him, teeth all wide and shiny. He's still got his mullet, against all of Starfleet's regulations and wears a black leather jacket above his uniform.

"Hargrove," Steve says, putting his hands in his hips. "What a... surprise."

"A pleasure," Billy corrects, licking across his teeth. "Lookin' forward to bein' your Number One."

"I can't believe it," Dustin murmurs behind Steve.

"Can't wait." Steve rolls his eyes. "You know, it's the first officer's job to obey and implement the Captain's orders."

"Oh, I can obey," Billy says, staring at Steve. "If I want to."

Steve's neck turns warm. Billy winks at him.

Dustin makes a belching sound.

"This will be a suicide mission," he moans.

"Oh, Henderson," Billy purrs. "Our Captain will keep us safe."

Steve gets the sinking feeling that no one will keep him safe from Billy and that unfortunately, he looks way too hot in that uniform.

[runraerun]

🧚 hey! it’s dangerous to go alone…

make sure you take your platonic soulmate with you!✨

[shieldofiron]

Ship Dynamic of all time

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Day 25: Your Choice for @harringrovekinktober My choice? Threesome with Chrissy!

🤍

It’s late and the party died a while ago, leaving the Harrington house an empty mess, but Billy’s far from tired.

The party wasn’t like they used to be — it wasn’t quite a rager, but something close to it. Full of old and new friends, laughter and dancing to song after song, drinking and smoking. Typical shit.

What wasn’t typical, however, was Chrissy showing up without Jason.

“We broke up,” she slurred softly when Billy found her with Heather in the backyard, “He’s…too much.”

Yeah, well. Everyone knew that.

So, he’d brushed his thumb across her cheek and said, “Plenty of fish in the sea, Chriss.”

Because they were friendly like that.

Even though he wouldn’t call the flush of heat he felt friendly when she looked up at him with those wide doe eyes, leaning into his touch.

Desperate for touch. Maybe a rebound.

And if he wasn’t involved with Steve, maybe he would’ve. He wanted to. Chrissy was his type: pretty, athletic, kinda tragic. He’s always had a soft spot for her, even before he and Steve got together all those months ago.

But, he wouldn’t fuck around on his pretty boy. No, Steve loved him — like, truly loved him. Flaws and all.

So, he’d pulled his hand away and gave her a smile before leaving to grab the two girls a drink.

Hours have passed since then and Billy can’t forget the glances Chrissy gave him throughout the night. Curious little looks, sometimes admiring his arms and chest where the front of his shirt draped open. The same open window Steve had slipped his hand inside when they’d disappeared for ten minutes, into the bathroom in the basement, sucking on his pretty boy’s tongue and dick until they stumbled back.

Chrissy had seen them then, too, with an understanding look on her face.

And Billy had been sure that would be it. She wouldn’t tell a soul.

But, now, as makes his way into the backyard through the kitchen, he spots his boyfriend with a lap full of Chrissy in one of the plastic recliners, the two of them talking quietly.

There’s a kick of jealousy in his gut for a second, until he approaches them and they both look to him with matching doe eyes — one blue and the other brown.

The hot flare of jealously suddenly smothers itself into an ember of affection. They look cozy, all cuddled up like that. And maybe it’s the weed making his brain fuzzy, or the alcohol that makes his tongue a little loose, but he purrs, “You two look good together.”

It makes Chrissy blush, the colour pretty on her face, while Steve smirks up at him.

Like he knows.

“You think so?” Steve hums, sliding his arms around Chrissy’s hips and pulling her even closer to him, still staring up his boyfriend.

Chrissy smiles a little shyly, leaning into Steve, glancing up at Billy.

“Yeah,” Billy hums, feeling his lips pull into a smirk as he taunts, “You hitting on my boyfriend, Chriss?”

“No, we’re just talking.” She says softly, but her pretty mouth twists a little, like she’s lying.

“That’s too bad.” Billy sighs, plopping himself down onto the recliner next to them, spreading his thighs and running the tip of his tongue along his teeth as he watches Steve’s hand grasp her bare thigh, his fingertips digging in gently.

She squirms, a little, her bright eyes trained on Billy as Steve rests his chin on her shoulder, whispering something that Billy can’t hear.

It makes Chrissy blush, though, and she’s so pretty as she does.

“Why…why’s it too bad?” She asks him, her hands gripping Steve’s shirt just a little, her knuckles pink and pale.

She knows why. Steve knows why. They also know that if either Steve or Billy didn’t want her in Steve’s lap, she wouldn’t be there.

But, subtleties won’t do here. So, he drags his gaze down her body, slow like syrup, taking in her plain white shirt and pastel checkered skirt and the pink cardigan draping over her small frame, and then back up to her face — which is almost red now.

Licking his lips, he says, “Cause I was kinda hoping you’d kiss him.”

She looks between them, clearly unsure if she should, but Steve’s got that stupid soft, earnest smile on his face as he gives her a nod. “Maybe just a little one?” He hums, playful.

Her eyes fall to his mouth, her mind still weighing the options.

As if to encourage her, Steve mumbles, “It’s not like it’s our first time kissing, Chriss.”

It isn’t. Steve had told him about the time he and Chrissy had hooked up, just before she got with Jason. Billy hadn’t been sure what to be jealous of — the fact that Steve got a taste of Chrissy, or that Chrissy had got to Steve first.

But, now? He could have both of them. If they wanted.

The reminder of that night, not even two years ago, makes up her mind. Billy can see it in the way her eyelids flutter and she gently drags the pink of her tongue along her bottom lip, quickly wetting it. He wonders how wet she is now, with both of their attention on her.

Quietly, she leans in, and presses a kiss to Steve’s mouth.

It’s chaste, at first. Feeling it out. Making sure Billy won’t rip her off him and throw her into the pool.

But as Steve grips her bare thigh a little higher, that’s when she collapses into him, her lips parting as the kiss deepens, a quick flash of their tongues sliding together.

It pulls hot in Billy’s gut, makes him adjust the crotch of his jeans as he watches his boyfriend make out with their friend. It's not the first time they've shared a girl in bed - it was what they did before they finally got the balls to admit that they liked each another and finally fell into bed, just the two of them.

Chrissy pulls away after a bit, her eyes immediately going to Billy, half-lidded and curious.

Silently asking ‘is this okay’?

He gives her a nod and tilts his head a little, encouraging her.

She goes back for seconds, licking into Steve’s mouth with a soft sigh. It’s cute. He wants a taste, too.

As if reading his mind, Steve pulls away to whisper, “You wanna give Billy a kiss, too?”

To which she eagerly nods, clumsily crawling out of his lap like a newborn deer. Billy smirks and reaches his arms out to her, catching her as she falls into his lap with a soft laugh.

The laugh quiets as Billy puts a hand on the nape of her neck and pulls her into a kiss, claiming her mouth and humming at her quiet whimper. She tastes like peach schnapps, her perfume sweet in his nose, a tinge of hairspray there, too.

Her hands find his hair and she’s kissing back just as hard, sucking on his lower lip so perfectly it makes him groan.

He feels another pair of hands on him then, along his back and sides, and then a kiss to his neck. In his ear, Steve whispers in that familiar tone when he wants to fuck, “Wanna go upstairs.”

Chrissy pulls back, breathing a little harder as she looks at them both and asks, “All of us?”

“Yeah, doll,” Billy hums, sliding the heat of his palm up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt, “If you want. I don’t mind sharing Stevie with you.”

“Yes,” she whispers, want etched clearly across her face as she looks at the two of them, “Please, yes.”

Chuckling softly, he gives her thigh a little smack and says, “C’mon, then. Gotta take my princesses to bed.”

🤍

It’s fucking unreal.

They’ve got Chrissy upstairs in Steve’s bed, in his ugly ass wallpapered room, laying back against the pillows as she asks, “Can I…watch you two makeout? For a bit?”

“Abso—” Steve starts, but Billy’s already pulling him in, pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s like he always does, and tugs on his hair until Steve’s jaw drops with a moan. That’s when Billy slides his tongue into his pretty boy’s pretty mouth, tasting him with a moan, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling Steve against him.

Grinding his dick into Steve’s hip, he feels how hard his boyfriend is, too.

Shifting his mouth down to Steve’s neck, he growls there, “You really got hard just from kissing a pretty girl, hm? What are you, a virgin?“ Because he can’t help himself, he can’t help the way he degrades Steve a little in bed, only because he know how much the other likes it. How often he’s cum from it.

Steve moans and bites back, “You got hard just from watching us kiss, I don’t think you’re one to talk—ah!”

Billy pulls his teeth away from his boyfriend’s neck and eyes him, satisfied with the blush Steve’s got on his face and how it’s bleeding down to his neck and chest, until their eyes meet and Billy smirks.

He looks to Chrissy on the bed, her eyes wide and lips parted, her hands gripping her skirt. His eyes linger there as his mind works, pulling away from Steve but grabbing his hand to lead him to the bed, his eyes still trained on her.

“I think I’m not the only one getting excited from watching people kiss,” he smirks, letting go of Steve’s hand so he can crawl onto the bed and hover over Chrissy, pinning her there with his gaze as he asks, “You wanna show me how wet you are, Chriss?”

Her breath stuttering, Chrissy pulls the hem of her skirt up as her thighs widen, revealing a pretty pair of pink panties, wet from her arousal.

The sight makes both boys swear under their breath.

🤍

They take turns spoiling her with their mouths - Steve licking the damp spot on her underwear while Billy kisses her pretty lips, the two of them slowly and carefully undressing her in turns, until she's got nothing but her socks on.

Billy brushes over the soft swell of her breasts, thumbing over her pink nipples and smiling at the way she moans into his mouth, gasping as Steve finally pulls the panties off her and slips his tongue between her folds, sucking gently at her clit.

"O-Oh," She whimpers, moaning again as Billy kisses down her neck and chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his boyfriend presses his tongue inside her, moaning in between Chrissy's thighs happily as she trembles, cums on his tongue with a gasped 'fuck'.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" Billy murmurs into her skin, looking up at her and watching how she nods eagerly, their eyes meeting in the dim light as he mumbles, "You want Steve to fuck you?"

"God, yes," she breathes, pushing her hair back from her flushed face as she and Billy watch Steve rifle through his bedside table, pulling out a condom that he hasn't touched ever since he and Billy decided to forgo them.

Billy's glad he didn't throw them out like he had teased.

"Mm, look at that," Billy hums, his eyes taking in the way Steve rolls on the condom over his dick, the girth of him making Billy's mouth water. "You remember what he feels like?" He asks Chrissy, smoothing his hand down her stomach slowly.

"Might need a reminder," she whispers playfully, smiling up at Steve, who smiles back down at her in amusement.

He grips the base of his cock and gives her slit a playful little smack with the tip, swiping it through the mess of spit and excitement there just to hear her moan, before slowly pushing in - stretching her around him, impossibly tight.

"Oh, fuck, Chriss," Steve moans as he watches, Billy unable to help himself as he leans over to watch, too - and slide his hand further down to rub a gentle circle over her clit, listening to her shaky breaths and quiet gasps.

"He's fucking huge, yeah?" Billy smirks, flicking his gaze up to Steve, who looks down at him with his jaw dropped, managing a little smirk in return. He hears Chrissy's little 'mhm' as he pushes himself up, his mouth seeking out his boyfriend's, kissing him filthy as Steve moans.

He feels Chrissy's hand on his thigh, then - her nails gently digging into the muscle as he pulls away to look down at her and hum, "Yes?"

Her eyes, wet-lined from pleasure, look up at him as her hand reaches further and wraps around his dick, giving it a little stroke.

It's cute.

"You being greedy, sweetheart?" He teases with a grin, "Steve splitting you open isn't enough for you, hm? You want me, too?"

Her blush deepens and she shakes her head 'no', pauses, and then nods. "Wanna make you feel good, too," she says softly, thumbing over the tip and it takes his breath away a little.

"How considerate," he hums, pulling away from Steve - who had begun kissing his shoulder - and moves closer to her, "How do you want me, then?"

"Could...use my mouth," she suggests, licking her lips and Billy's eyes flick down to watch her do that, "Until Steve cums and then you can...have your turn."

She's gone tomato red with that, embarrassed, but it only makes Billy adore her. "You're dirtier than you lead on, aren't you?" He grins, "If you wanted us to take turns, maybe I should've invited Munson up, too?"

Chrissy fucking squeaks at that and yeah, Billy wishes he had, because she's clearly into it.

"C'mon, then," he says, looking to Steve, "Flip her over, baby."

She gasps as Steve pulls out and flips her over easily, Chrissy pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as Billy settles back against the headboard, gently pulling her in with smile as they all settle into their new positions - Steve grabbing her hips while Chrissy lowers herself to her elbows, Billy spreading his thighs for her to settle between.

He loves this. "Now I get to watch both of my princesses," he teases with a smirk, petting over Chrissy's hair gently as he looks to Steve, watching his pretty boy line himself up and push inside again - feeling Chrissy moan as she takes Billy into her mouth, eager and sloppy.

It's fucking heaven.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes as he watches Chrissy, her pink mouth stretched around him, "Such a good girl, taking both of us so well, aren't you?"

She whines around his dick and attempts a nod, looking up at him as she sucks and sucks.

"Fuck, she's so wet," Steve groans as he fucks into her, his fingertips digging into her pale skin, bruising, "Better than I remember." He chuckles softly, giving her a little smack on the ass that she moans at, soothing it with a rub right after.

"You hear that, sweetheart? You're driving him crazy," Billy chuckles softly, carefully pulling her hair back from her face and gathering it in one hand, "You want it harder, hm?"

Chrissy pulls off him just to rasp, "Please," before taking Billy back into her mouth.

She tries to blow him after that, but Steve grips her hips and quickens his thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping filling the room along with her moaning as she pulls off Billy's dick and presses her cheek into his thigh, her brows pinched as she takes Steve's dick, whimpering and begging with soft 'please's under her breath.

Billy can't look away - he wishes he had a fucking camera, they both look so beautiful like this, flushed and panting, fucking just for him.

As if it couldn't get any better, Chrissy gasps, "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum--" and bites Billy's thigh, which makes him groan as he locks eyes with his boyfriend, seeing that familiar face Steve makes when he cums, so gorgeous.

"Fuck," Billy breathes, letting go of Chrissy's hair so he can pet it instead, watching his boyfriend pull out and he eyes the condom, spots the cum inside and licks his lips. What a waste.

"C'mon, Chriss, on your back," Billy instructs as he and Steve put her on her back, the girl groaning softly in relief as she stretches there, smiling, all too pleased with herself.

"You okay?" Steve asks her as Billy crawls over to him, the two of them kissing and mumbling their own little check-ins while Chrissy hums a soft 'mhm'.

"Although," she mutters, her eyes down at his cock, "Billy's still hard..."

Billy looks over his shoulder at her, smirking again, "Greedy little girl," he teases, "Don't forget, it's my turn."

Steve flops down next to Chrissy on the bed with a huff of amusement while Billy crawls between her legs, hooking his hands under her knees and spreading them - just so he can see the state of her pussy, puffy and pink, wet and messy.

"Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last," he admits with a chuckle, lowering his mouth to swipe the flat of his tongue through the slick of her folds and up into the coarse hair that matches the strawberry blonde of her hair, groaning at the scent and taste of her - musky and salty.

He hears her whimper again, feels her squirm, and the bed dips as Steve leans over her to whisper 'this okay?' and connect their lips again after she nods.

Billy takes his time, eats her out like she deserves because he's pretty sure Jason probably didn't, until she's shaking apart under his mouth and pushing his head away with a gasp of his name.

"Jesus, Billy," she gasps with a disbelieving smile, "You two are gonna kill me..."

"That's kind of the point," Steve hums, nosing at her jaw, his eyes meeting Billy's then, "Your turn, baby."

"I know, I'm just trying not to fucking cum right now," Billy says pointedly, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab one of the condoms from the pack, his dick aching at this point.

But, it doesn't stop him. He rolls the condom on and lines himself up, doesn't bother to play and tease like his boyfriend did because he's so fucking close, but the tight, wet heat of her makes him stop and he forces himself to think about other things, closing his eyes to think about anything but her or Steve or how they looked earlier--

He reaches down and grips the base of his cock, pants a quiet breath as he stops himself from cumming, so desperate for it but he's not going to cum like a virgin -- he's not even buried deep yet.

When he opens his eyes, he sees the delighted look on Chrissy's face as the pleased one on Steve's, both of them looking up at him knowingly.

"Shut up," he sighs, feeling a smile pull on his own lips as he pulls out and looks at Steve, demanding, "C'mon, baby, taste her on me. I know you wanna."

"It's not really on you if there's a condom," Steve bitches softly as he crawls over, lowering his mouth take Billy in it, groaning at the familiar weight and feel as he sucks the taste of Chrissy off the condom.

It's fucking hot and definitely not helping Billy's situation, so he pushes his boyfriend away with a huff of 'enough' and watches his smug ass pretty boy settle back down next to Chrissy.

Grabbing her hips, Billy hauls her up into his lap a little lines himself up again, gripping her thighs as he pushes in, deeper and deeper until she's arching her back a little and moaning, clenching around him tight.

"Play with her clit, Stevie," Billy breathes, "Suck on her pretty tits, too - I wanna make her cum again."

A soft mewl is what he gets from her, and a look of disbelief, but her face twists into pleasure as Steve does as he's told and he rubs at her sensitive clit again, his mouth going to her chest as she cries out, bucking her hips as Billy drives into her, unrelenting as he watches the two of them again.

"Oh, oh, shit," she gasps, "I'm--I'm--"

She tenses, nearly stop breathing, as she cums around him and Steve rubs at her clit, a small splash of wet coating them and the bedding as they fuck her through her orgasm, until she's begging them to stop and Steve pulls his hand away as Billy pulls out, panting as he look down and watches her squirt again, spilling onto the sheets.

"Oh--my god, I'm sorry," she breathes, embarrassed and still trembling, but Steve's quick to shush her with a kiss, pulling away to murmur, "That was so hot, Chriss, holy fuck..."

She looks to Billy, her eyes wide and imploring, and he nods in agreement, "Stevie's right, that was hot as fuck."

Soothed, she nods and relaxes, her lips trembling gently as she eyes the ceiling, letting Steve pet over her body and kiss at her cheek while Billy ties off his condom and tosses it towards the garbage bin in the corner.

"My princesses need anything?" He asks gently, watching the two of them from where he's standing beside the bed, hearing Steve's request for a cloth and Chrissy's request for some water.

With a nod, he grabs both of those and returns, cleaning both of them up carefully while Chrissy sips her water and Steve steals some, handing it to Billy, who finishes it and sets the empty glass on the nightstand.

Settling back into bed, on the other side of Chrissy, he smiles down at her and presses a kiss to her forehead before pulling Steve over to give him one, too.

After a moment, Chrissy clears her throat and starts to say, "I should g--"

But, Billy throws his leg over her to stop her and Steve quickly says, "You don't have to go, Chriss -- you can sleep over with us. Billy will make us breakfast in the morning."

"Why are you volunteering my cooking?" Billy grins, as if he wasn't already planning on doing just that.

Steve shrugs with a smirk, feeling Chrissy relax into the bed again, "You like spoiling me, and you clearly like spoiling her, so...it only makes sense."

"Mm," Billy hums, looking at her again with a soft smile, "How's that sound?"

And on Chrissy's face is a sweet little smile, maybe even relief, as she murmurs, "Sounds perfect."

[hellcheercaine]

Thoughts

Catra saying “hey Adora” is equivalent to Billy calling Steve “pretty boy” now I think of it

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

idk I just love the harringrove derogatory “princess” line

[stbb-summaries]

Story # 19

Title: the pull in his chest Main Pairing(s): Main pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington (romantic). Minor pairings: Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers (romantic), Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley (platonic), Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair (romantic) Rating: M (Mature, Shows adult themes, but not explicitly) Genre: Romance, Action, Angst Word Count: 6042 Completeness: 6 Warnings: Major Character Death (temporary!!!), child abuse (mention), Summary:

" Billy didn’t expect to meet his soulmate on his first day at Hawkins High. Not that it mattered, because his soulmate was Steve Harrington and there was no way Neil Hargrove would let Billy anywhere near him. And Steve didn't expect to become best friends with the new kid in school, when he asked Billy to tutor him so he could pass English and graduate. He sure didn’t expect to miss Billy this much, after he died to save everyone at the battle of Starcourt. Or for demodogs to be back in Hawkins. Or for Max to tell him that Billy was his soulmate and that she was sure he was alive somewhere. Steve sure as hell didn't expect to head to the Upside Down to rescue his soulmate. "

Art forms preferred: I'd like any art! Highest rating art preferred: M (Mature, Shows adult themes, but not explicitly)

[harringroveera]

AU where Joyce (& Jim) adopt Billy

[ealeczander]

Imma expose myself here but my favourite ship of all time is a horny, bratty, downright psychotic (sometimes serial killer) sub and his calm (way more capable and smart) dom

[hargrove-mayfields]

It’s Disabled Billy and Steve Week

Day 1- Music

My prompt: Harringrove- Dancing to music at their wedding

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In 1996, Billy and Steve get married.

They didn’t want to wait an unknown amount of time just for a legal certificate that wouldn’t mean much anyways, so they each picked a ring from one another’s jewelry boxes, bought some thrifted suit jackets, and set the date.

Mrs. Byers was more than happy to lend her back yard to the event, as long as her kids agreed to help her with the load of work setting up and decorating would create. They got help from their friends, and through the grapevine that led to Carol, a now professional interior designer, getting her hands on the theme and decorations. Control, drama, whatever, it’s all in Carol's wheelhouse, but Billy’s just grateful she involved Steve in choosing the theme.

Steve had had a stroke and lost 90% of his eyesight in the aftermath of the Starcourt attacks. In the years since it’s never returned, the old nurse's promises of magic recovery all hollow attempts at making him feel better, so it meant a lot when Carol went out of her way to get tactile decorations for Steve to enjoy in his own right.

Massive fake flowers, braille signs and table settings, even the cake is textured with sugar pearls and rolled chocolate to give Steve something to touch, a way to build his own image of his special day. The cake came courtesy of Jonathan and Tommy, a more than unlikely duo who came together for their friends, and because of their mutual artistic interests.

Nobody expected Tommy to become a baker of all things, but damn if he doesn’t make the best tres leches cake any of them had ever tried. Though to be fair, the majority of their Midwestern friend group couldn’t say they had tried one before. Argyle and Billy had bragging rights on culinary experiences growing up in a more culturally diverse region.

Jonathan on the other hand had become a painter, and done the decorations for Tommy’s cake. After all the monster encounters, flashing lights and loud sounds weren’t really his thing. Photography just wasn’t his passion anymore. Art was still a big interest of his though, and it was actually Heather who introduced painting, since she took lessons as a little kid.

Heather, who is the stand-in bridezilla. Both Billy and Steve are calm about their wedding, caring more about what it means to each other than the actual event. That isn’t that case for miss Heather Ernestine Holloway-Buckley. She wants everything to be perfect. Absolutely. Everything.

From the tablecloths being the same color as Billy’s white and gold suit jacket, to the flower petals scattered in the neatly trimmed grass matching the crown of flowers in Steve’s hair. She demands everyone get matching dresses or suits depending on their preference, so the pictures will turn out perfect. In Jonathan’s place, El takes the photos, taught by her older brother about the craft and determined to capture as many memories as possible.

The rest of the smaller details are kept secret from the boys. Things like who will officiate, the food, how the backyard will be set up, and the music are all a total surprise to keep things exciting.

With everything in place, all they need is to be there. To say their vows and dedicate the rest of their lives to the one they consider their soulmate.

But Steve is terrified. Having nightmares every night leading up to the wedding because he’s scared his blindness is going to ruin something. Even Robin, who has been with him every step of the way, has been warning him numerous times to be careful on that night.

The wedding will be by daylight, made even brighter by small candles on the tables, and fairy lights strung in the trees, but that only means Steve can see basic, blurry silhouettes. If he trips, or runs into something, or someone, on his wedding day, he’ll never live down the embarrassment.

There’s only one day left until the ceremony when he brings it up to Billy, trying to be subtle about it and failing hugely.

At the breakfast table, over pre-game chocolate chip pancakes as Billy called them, Steve asks him, “Are you nervous?”

Even at this stage, Billy gets grumpy in the mornings. He cooked breakfast, sure, but he might as well still be asleep until noon. Usually, thanks to his pain meds, he might take a few half hour power naps up until then. Still, his answer and its gravelly delivery are playful and unserious, “Nah. I’m just eager for the honeymoon stage.”

Only, Steve’s nerves are so wound up, he can’t find it charming like usual. A simple, quiet, “Oh.” is his only response.

Right away, he can tell from the shift in his partner's energy that Billy knows what that means. Some part of Steve is glad he can’t look into Billy’s face and see the pain in his features, from knowing Steve isn’t perfectly alright.

That’s something Steve forgets sometimes, that just because he can’t see someone, doesn’t mean they can’t see him. Every emotion he feels is expressed freely in the look on his face, revealing the anxiety, and the bubbling uncertainty that makes this so hard.

Billy encourages him to talk about it, “Come on, Stevie. Spill. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

Something tells Steve to lie. Maybe it’s the pressure of the wedding being just a little over twenty four hours away at this point. Probably that. His entire life he grew up thinking there was nothing more important than marriage, and now that he has the chance, he’s terrified of things going poorly. So he assures Billy, “Nothing! I get to marry you! What could be wrong?”

“Darling. I see those gears turning. You’re thinking something.” Billy sees through it. Of course he does or he wouldn’t have ever broken down Steve’s mask personality enough to one day become his husband. Billy must worry that he hasn’t done exactly that, because he asks, softer and more quivery than his other words, “Getting cold feet?”

“No! Oh, god Billy no. Never ever.” Steve promises passionately, reaching over to the spot where Billy is for his hand, the responsibility of actually placing their hands together and sharing touch placed onto Billy. Squeezing it gently so he knows he feels him, Steve tries to explain his feelings, “I just. I feel wiggly.”

“Can you tell me what wiggly means?” Billy asks, always asking questions to make sure he understands Steve’s needs enough to help. It’s no mystery why he loves him so much.

That said, it takes a moment of thinking for Steve to put it into words, “Like everything’s shaky and bad. And I’m scared and nervous. And kinda shy. But the bad kind of shy.”

“All that about the wedding?” Billy’s definitely worried about him. Scared that maybe marriage, even if it’s not technically official, is possibly too much pressure for him.

Steve eases that quiet nagging with his response, and takes the blame too, “More like about messing up the wedding.”

Trying to soothe what little tension there has become, Billy softly comforts Steve, “Honey, you’re not going to mess up. There’s no right way to get married.”

“But not everyone who gets married is blind.” Steve mumbles, and Billy realizes it’s that kind of wiggly.

Ever since losing his sight, Steve’s been a bit more quiet. It’s not like he changed, but Billy had a suspicion there was something brewing under the surface. Now that it’s been confirmed that Steves worries come from that, and since fear of the changes disability brought to their lives is something Billy is familiar with himself, he thinks he knows how to help.

“I'm in a wheelchair maybe four days a week, and the others I’m in bed. That’s not exactly typical either.” Is his choice of words.

It seems to work for a moment, since Steve relaxes a bit, but then his mind starts going again and he fishes up a new fear to bring to Billy.

“But you have special braces and stuff if you want to stand up for pictures and dancing.. I can’t just put in a new pair of eyes.” He sounds almost sad.

Billy wants to make sure he knows he doesn’t have to feel that way.

He asks, “Is that what you’re worried about? Dancing?”

Steve shrugs, still physically expressive as a habit despite his inability to see those mannerisms, and says quietly, “A little.”

Billy seems to think that’s a fixable issue, even offering up a quick solution, “Chrissy did cheer for her whole life and she’s married to a paraplegic. She can totally help us with a dance.”

“She’s also very pregnant. I don’t wanna bother-“ Steve denies right away, but Billy’s already wheeling over to the phone before he can really stop him.

“Too bad. I’m already calling her.” Billy’s tone of voice just sounds like he’s smiling mischievously, which has Steve rolling his eyes without meaning anything by it, especially when Billy greets their friend by saying, “Hey, Chris! Got a second, toots?”

•-•-•-•-•

Before Steve knows it, it’s the next day, and the time for practice is over.

Instead of a wedding march, the soft strum of an electric guitar signals Steve to come down the aisle, which is really just a bolt of soft fabric rolled out over the grass and weighed down by dollar tree candles.

He’s not sure who’s playing, but it’s sweet, the soft version of a Cinderella song Billy and Steve both love. It brings a smile to his face, but doesn’t cancel out the clammy feeling he gets when he realizes it’s time to step forward and actually walk down the aisle.

It’s only the officiant at the other end, Billy still inside getting ready for his entrance after Steve’s, so he’s not sure why he’s so scared. With Dustin and Claudia on either side of him, and a hand on the harness his guide dog wears, he should feel stable and supported.

But every step forward makes that intensity of the butterflies in his stomach only grow stronger.

Until something cuts through, the voice of the officiant;

“And here we have Groom number one. Led by the one and only, Miss Peanut Butter Cup the Beagle. She’s feisty, she’ll bite your ass, and she loves to cuddle. Sounds like a great honeymoon.”

Talking like an infomercial, or some kind of weird radio announcer, Murray fucking Bauman is the man who will marry Steve to the love of his life. At least half of his fears dissolve on the spot. This isn’t some all serious, super tense event like his biological parents would have planned for him.

This is a celebration, and all of his friends and family are going to stumble their way through it, so why shouldn’t he?

Him and his Henderson entourage keep walking to the makeshift altar, and Murray keeps talking, “Oh yeah. And the rest. You all know him, you all love him, it’s Dustin! Here to impart his uninvited wisdom unto the newlyweds. And what’s this? A Jewish mom who will adopt any roughian street kid she sees? That’s right folks, it’s Claudia Henderson, and with her she has- her newest adoptee!”

“Stefan Harrington! And today is his big day. Everybody give him a hand. He can’t see your stupid cheeseburger smiles. Give him the entrance you’d give the president if he walked past.” Murray laughs at himself in the midst of the lengthy introduction, “Actually, no. Please don’t do that. Just clap for him.”

All of this makes Steve giggle his way down the aisle, largely forgetting about his fears of ruining the ceremony. After all, with Murray in charge, there are no rules to abide by.

When he makes it to his spot, and Dustin and Claudia step away, Steve has a one-on-one with Murray, “How you doing, kid?”

Recognizing there’s no time to dive into the nuances, Steve says simply, “I’m okay.”

“Just okay? This is the real deal! You gotta be pumped!” Murray encourages him, which makes Steve remember that there’s something holding him back.

“I’m too wiggly.” He sounds defensive.

Murray on the other hand just sounds happy, and eternally positive, as he suggests, “Shake out those wiggles. C’mon, I’ll do it with you.”

Together the two of them shake and flap and wiggle, a moment that never would’ve happened without the support Steve has gotten from his family. There was a time when, although he wasn’t very good at masking, he’d have been too ashamed to openly stim in front of an entire wedding party of the most important people in his life. Now though, by the end of this, he’s giggling and smiling and having the time of his life.

Checking in again, Murray asks him, “That better?”

“A little.” Steve shrugs, struggling to assign any qualities to the big big feelings he has. Feelings are so hard right now.

He’s getting married.

“C’mon, what can I do to make it best?” Murray keeps trying, something of another parent to Steve. Even making another joke, “I mean, I can start taking my clothes off, but I don’t think Joyce would be too happy.”

A little bit haunted by that mental image, but mostly amused, Steve shakes his head, and gives his best response, “Just, can you read slowly? And not tease me so much during the real thing?”

Instantly Murray agrees lightheartedly, “A deals a deal. Smack me in the head if I screw it up, alright. This is the only time I’ll ever tell you that because I am perfect otherwise.”

It’s the guitar melody rising up that cuts off their conversation, and suddenly Steve’s heart rate is picking up again. This is really happening.

Murray puts it not so gracefully, “Oops. I’ll stop running my mouth now. Looks like your other half is coming.”

Since Steve can’t see what’s happening, Murray goes back into his narration mode, which Steve appreciates a lot.

“Coming up next folks is our half off sale. That’s right, now you can get two for the price of one. Just add a wedding band- Sold separately.” Murray jokes, earning a little scoff from Joyce, which makes Steve laugh softly.

He’s grateful for the dry, cheesy sense of humor Murray has, otherwise he might be totally panicking right now.

“What’s this? We have a flower girl, people. Leading the way is miss Chrissy with her lovely paper flower petals. Behind her, to match her developing appreciation for all things butch, Heather does not have flowers. Oh no. She has seashells. Imported from the fine beaches of the dollar store they were purchased at.”

It’s probably rude, but Steve loves the mental image it gives him. He can imagine Heather in her suit, and Chrissy in her flowy dress, decorating the aisle with delicate little pieces of Billy and Steve’s love. The best part is he can hear them laughing at the jokes about themselves, so he can imagine the smiles on their faces.

His favorite part is the next introduction, the one that refers to his culture most, “Last but not least, Jane brought some sea glass, since there will be no stomping of any glass until our two grooms get some functioning body parts. Since that will never happen, join me in telling the Jewish ancestors to suck it and deal. But not groom number two. He’s too catholic.”

The trio of groomsmaids stand off to the side, their shoes crunching on the grass, and Steve knows what that means. It means Billy is coming.

“Speaking of, and without further ado- escorted by his creepy little sibling Max, here he is. Come on down William.”

The walk is slow, with Billy using his limb braces and forearm crutches instead of his wheelchair for this special moment. Steve can be patient. He’s wanted this to happen since his third date with Billy, when he brought training treats for Peanut Butter Cup and a sensory necklace for Steve. What’s a few more minutes?

The pacing does however warrant more Murray monologuing, which is something of a treat anyways.

“Ooh, not too shabby for a man with no usable limbs. Speaking of, why exactly did we just turn the aisle into a safety hazard? Oh well. At least if he falls on his ass, he’ll look good doing it.”

The comment must remind him to give a description of Billy for his sightless groom to be, “A diamond earring, tons of mascara, way too much hairspray in that fluffy perm- I’m starting to feel underdressed.”

And then he’s there. Steve can feel his energy, the radiant, sunshiney happiness Billy always produces. Since there are no rules, he decides to reach out his palms, the sign that means he wants to hold Billy’s hands. The weight and warmth of the touch when Billy obliges adds more butterflies to Steve’s chest.

He’s smiling like an idiot, and if he had to guess, he’d say Billy probably is too.

After a few moments, they’re interrupted by Murray clearing his throat, “That’s it? No hello?”

Steve can practically hear the eye roll Billy gives as he speaks, “Hi Murray. Don’t forget this is my wedding.”

“Ohhh. And here I thought this was a bat mitzvah. Don’t panic, but I think I grabbed the wrong book.” Murray pretend-whispers, letting the imaginary tension build before he pats them both on the back, and assures, “Kidding. Sure I was the worst choice for this, I don’t know shit about romance and never will, but I can do my job.”

The guitar music ends, and the residual chattering and laughing stops too. It’s time. Steve’s hands are shaking. Billy squeezes them once reassuringly.

“Once upon a time, William Reuben Hargrove met Stefan Mihai Carson Harrington; They fought, they fucked, blah blah blah, they caught feelings- and a monster possession- Oh, whatever. Point is, they’re getting married now! Two souls united and all that jazz. So are you ready to say ‘I do?’” Murray rushes through a fake service, earning groans from much of the audience.

And from Steve, who whines, “Murrayyy!”

“Fine, fine. But you're gonna pay me after this, right? I’m a licensed therapist now. My services aren’t free anymore.” Murray snarks, totally playful and unserious.

He’s not the only one who can do sarcasm, since the entire wedding party starts to boo. Steve is pretty sure he hears Carol, his strongest advocate since they were kids, shout the loudest to, “Get on with it!”

•-•-•-•-•-•

An hour later, they were married. Mister and mister Hargrove.

In the style of a picnic of sorts, everyone had brought food to share. From Claudia’s mac n cheese, to Heather and Robins take on a vegan sushi, their newest cooking experiment, to Sue Sinclairs potato salad that she sent with Lucas even though she couldn’t be there herself- there was a little something for everyone. Steve personally loved the Zeytoon Parvardeh that Joyce had made from an old family recipe. Billy preferred the ceviche Argyle brought, so he’d fed Steve all his olives, a nice romantic moment that had Steve blushing.

By now the actual party aspect of the day has begun, after the cake had been cut and the wine poured. Joyce limited the amount of alcohol allowed to be served to two bottles, one white and one red, to respect the boundaries of those like Billy recovering among them. Tommy and Robin probably have drunk the majority of that portion, and the two of them are tipsy, pestering Eddie over at his makeshift music booth.

While all the noise and everything started picking up, Steve had settled into a little corner by himself to stay calm. He hears someone approaching by the sound of footsteps, and turns his head their way, to make sure he can hear them properly.

Turns out it’s Joyce, who enthusiastically says, “Congratulations, sweetie!”

Steve thanks her, and reaches for her hand, to make a connection that will make communication easier, “Thank you, Mrs. Byers.”

Joyce rubs his knuckles, her tone soft and kind, “I hope Murray didn’t ruin your ceremony. Would you believe me if I said that was the toned down version of his original plan?”

Steve brushes it off in stride, “Somehow, yes, but we loved it, Mrs B. Billy hasn’t laughed like that in a while.”

“I’m glad. This was your day. All about you!” Joyce enthuses, sounding a little relieved to hear her friend hadn’t messed anything up, “I bet you feel so happy!”

Steve just nods, and flaps his free hand, the words escaping him but the physicality of happiness easy to express.

“Can I hug you, sweetie?” Joyce asks, delighted by Steve’s own happiness.

Now, Steve isn’t the most hug friendly person, but today, a nice tight embrace from Joyce Byers sounds like a much needed break. A respite and a safe place.

He tells her, “Yes please.”

And so she wraps her arms around him and squeezes the life out of him, gushing, “Oooh, I’m so so proud of you! You’ve come so far!”

All Steve can say is a bashful, “Thank you, Mrs. B.”

The hug lasts maybe a few minutes, of Steve taking deep breaths of perfume and cuddling soft brown hair, just savoring the whole thing and the therapeutic effect it has on him.

But all too soon, his worst fear is reality- It’s time for his first dance with Billy.

Eddie announces it, since he’s something of the coordinator now, “Looks like it’s time for a sloooow dance. Where are my two grooms?”

Joyce sounds thrilled on the other hand, “Are you ready, dear?”

Steve physically winces, “Actually…”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll do just fine. Just breathe.” Joyce puts her hand on his back and helps him catch his breath for a second, before offering sympathetically, “He’s waiting for you, sweetie. Do you want me to walk you to him?”

Nervously, Steve nods. Earlier today, he married the love of his life. That was the easy part. Dancing in front of literally everyone he’s ever cared about is not easy.

Joyce is kind enough to walk him to Billy, leaving Peanut Butter Cup asleep under Steve’s chair. Letting him do it himself would’ve probably ended in him knocking Billy over, since his braces are all that’s holding him up. Instead he gets to settle into Billy’s embrace, with Joyce’s help to sturdy them both.

His head rested on Billy’s shoulder, and Billy’s arms around his waist, toes together, they started to get into the music.

Their dance song is fitting, a song Billy had learned marching in the streets for the rights of the disabled like them. On Being Special by Sue Napolitano. A beautiful poem all about family and love.

It sets a rhythm good for swaying, and soft little shuffles. Getting lost in it, Steve closes his eyes, blocking out what little light gets through, and lets his husband guide him. Billy knows the song by heart, and, pressing his lips to give a gentle kiss to Steve’s forehead, he mumbles the lyrics against his skin.

Even though there’s a lot of their friends there, in that moment it’s just them. Center stage, dancing on scrap lauan in Mrs. Byers’ backyard to the gentle crackling and crooning of a beat up old stereo, since Eddie and the band didn’t think they could do it justice.

Not even the thunking and clacking of Billy’s hardware is enough to take anyone out of the moment. This is them. Their reality.

Their disabled love story.

Steve is thankful he had Murray and Joyce and Chrissy and Billy to ease him through the nerves that led to this very moment. He did it. He had his first dance, with the love of his life, on his wedding day. Steve is maybe crying happy tears by the time it’s over, but he can hear from the general sniffles that a few other people are too.

When the song ends, there’s a beat of silence where nobody really knows what to do next. Steve can tell just from the energy shift that they’re wondering if they should help the newlyweds off the dance floor. But Steve doesn’t want to let go yet, and since they don’t move, that must be a cue for some folks to join them in dancing.

Or, that’s what Tommy interprets it to mean, because he’s stomping over towards them and shouting, “Let’s fucking goooo!!”

Steve guesses he dragged Carol along too, because she’s shriek-laughing his name, “Tomàs!!”

Their boldness inspires other couples to join in. Jonathan and Argyle, Chrissy and Eddie and their little two year old, Heather and Robin, even Hopper and Joyce, after a little coercion to get the grumpy old cop off his ass to have some fun too. The kids all come up together, leaving just a few stragglers, one being Murray. His dance partner of choice happens to be miss Peanut Butter Cup, bribed with a few blueberries he’d grabbed from the snack table.

They’re all together, and they’re all happy. So fucking happy.

•-•-•

A few songs in, Billy taps on Steve’s cheek, after giving him a small little kiss, to alert him to a conversation.

He asks softly, “Sweetheart, Patrick is dancing all by himself. Haven’t talked to him in a good while either. D’you think I could-“

But Steve doesn’t even make him finish that justification. He’s overdue for a break, and loves their friends just as much as Billy, so he’d actually prefer it if he did go to Patrick for a bit.

He tells his husband, “You don’t have to ask, babe. Go see your friend.”

“You’re sure?” Billy checks in again.

Steve nods, and gives him another small kiss to seal the deal, “I need a rest anyways. Big feelings.”

It’s still hesitantly that Billy pulls away, and only after a tight embrace, but he lets Steve go get his dog off of Murray and take his seat back in the corner. On his way away, he hears Billy call playfully, “Hey, McKinney! Get your ass over here!”

•-•-•-•-•

Out of nowhere, Steve hears the tapping of little feet running right towards him.

He’s already deduced who it is, based on the fact that there’s only one little tyke here, but the bubbly excited voice that falls to him gives it away even more, “Teevee!!”

Little Jackson is an outgoing boy, his enthusiasm curbed by nothing. Except maybe bumble bees, since he’s afraid of those, but there’s no buzzing demons around, so he’s all giggles as he pulls on Steve’s jacket sleeve.

On instinct, Steve picks him up, and blows a raspberry on the toddlers chubby little cheek, “Jackie!! There’s my favorite little groomsman!”

Jackson kicks his legs as Steve tips him onto his back, tickling his tummy and laughing along with him. Chrissy tells him he’s not as open with other people, but Steve has always been good with kids, so maybe it’s true.

Something about their pure hearts reminds him of who he’s always wanted to be. Their wonder and their fascination with everything just lifts his heart up. And at the moment, gives him the courage to get back on his feet and have some more fun.

Together with little Jackson, he twirls and spins, earning an endless stream of giggles from his friends’ baby boy.

“Wheee, you like to dance, huh?” Steve asks him, and immediately gets a very enthusiastic response.

“Yah!!!” Jackson even claps his little hands, a stim he’s clearly picked up from Eddie. Their little one is autistic and has adhd just like his dad, which probably also has to do with why he loves Steve so much.

And also why he has an abrupt energy crash and falls asleep without warning, his curly head laying on Steve’s shoulder, drooling down his back. They got their pictures already, so he doesn’t mind the mess. He just quietly takes Jackson back to a seat and cradles him softly, listening to the ongoing party and reveling in that bliss.

At some point, Billy snuck up on him, announcing his presence with a soft pet name, “Sweetheart.”

“Yes, my love?” Steve hums, turning his head in the general direction of Billy.

He’s not expecting what Billy is about to say.

“What’s the next step after marriage?”

Because of how random it seems, Steve has to think about what he’s asking, taking a moment before he remembers the old rhyme from childhood, “Uh-uh. No baby carriages yet, bubs. Give it at least a week.”

Billy is persistent, if only playfully, suggesting, “There’s always the honeymoon.”

Patting little Jackson’s back, Steve just responds vaguely, “We’ll see.”

All of it is lighthearted teasing, and a little bit of their classic pigtail pulling. They’ll talk about their future seriously when they’re ready.

That’s something Steve loves the most about Billy. He always considers him first, not societal conventions or outrageous expectations. Just Steve, and what he wants or feels comfortable with. Soulmates, he’d decided.

After all, internalized ableism be damned, what could be better than marrying his soulmate?

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Hi all! If you’ve read this far, please don’t click off!

As both mod and contributor to this event, Ive been inspired to use my fics to boost charities that aid the disabled community!

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The main piece I did for @kallisto-k /DragonsIre's fic Creature Comforts Come in Fours for STBB

Read it here for some wholesome polyamory (and pathetic simping Billy and silly Eddie having zero control of his wings)