#strangergrove

[prettyboyporter]

Heyo!! Hope you're doing well! For a prompt, I was thinking Billy and Steve sitting in a bath together, maybe surrounded by candles. Billy's reading and Steve is washing Billy's hair very slowly and carefully (don't wanna get Billy's book wet!) and it's a whole lot of tenderness and peaceful silence.

Hey bb@ Doing as well as can be expected, lol. Thank you for the prompt -- it’s a gorgeous one

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Billy arrives home from work bone-tired and tosses his keys into the ceramic bowl on the table by the door with a tink. He stretches with a groan, muscles sore from being cramped under cars all day. 

“Baby?” he calls. He smells the comforting scent of a roast coming from the kitchen.

“In here,” comes the answer from down the hall. 

Billy walks the few steps down the hall and catches the flickering soft white lights coming from the darkened bathroom. 

A smile tugs at his lips. 

When he turns the corner to the bathroom, Steve’s stepping carefully into the tub. Candles of different sizes flicker along the window skill and countertop. 

“Cmere,” Steve says, holding his hand out as he settles down in the tub. “We’ll eat later. Come sit with me first, though.” 

It’s been ten years but he still feels heat growing up his neck, pooling around his groin when he sees Steve naked. 

He’ll forever be Billy’s pin-up boy.

The water is warm around his legs, around his waist as he sinks down between Steve’s legs. The warm water soothes his muscles and Steve’s presence behind him is solid and comforting. 

“Brought this for you,” Steve says, handing Billy his book. 

“The fuck are you buttering me up for, Harrington?” Billy asks -- but he already knows the answer. There’s no one on the side. Steve’s just like this sometimes. 

Steve’s lips find their way to the delicate skin of Billy’s ear. “I want you to suck my dick so hard that my soul leaves my body.” And sure enough, Billy feels Steve’s dick twitch against his lower back.

“Don’t act like you weren’t gonna get that anyway.” Billy says as he opens the book. Warm water sluices over his shoulders as Steve moves a washcloth carefully over Billy’s body, washing where he can reach. Billy manages to finish a couple pages before Steve asks him to tip his head back. The cap pops open and there’s the wet squirt of some herbal smelling shampoo as Steve begins to massage it into Billy’s scalp -- some yuppie shit in a fancy bottle that Steve  shelled out far too much money.  A squirt of Head n Shoulders could do the job just as easily, Billy thinks -- but he really does enjoy the herby, woodsy smell of this stuff so he’s not gonna complain. 

Especially with how Steve works it into Billy’s hair, massaging gently. He rubs his fingertips up and down in small circles and this isn’t the first time this has happened -- Steve’s washed Billy’s hair before -- but every time it just feels so intimate. 

His body’s changed over the years -- scarred from the mindflayer, a little softer around the middle thanks to age, but his curls have always been his. A source of pride. Letting Steve do this feels even more intimate than when Steve fucks Billy open with his fingers, then with his cock, whispering filth and love into his ear all night. 

Not that the sex isn’t great. It is. 

But in the moment, Billy lets Steve pour a pitcher of water over his hair -- Steve’s index and middle finger on the delicate skin under Billy’s jaw, tipping his head back. 

Fragile as a Faberge egg is not a phrase that Billy had ever thought he’d use to describe himself, but that’s how he feels right now. Delicate. Laid bare. 

Steve kisses Billy’s forehead and Billy remembers the first time Steve had done this -- placed a soft kiss to his forehead one night in the Harrington’s hot tub, middle of winter, four beers and the watery soft white light flickering with Steve’s movement as he stood up to kiss Billy’s forehead. Then the bridge of his nose. Then his lips.

In the tub, Billy lifts his head back up, scoots back against Steve’s chest and reads a couple more pages before it’s time to get out of the tub and towel off. 

They eat the pot roast and talk about the mundane shit of their days -- bitch about people who annoy them, figure out what to get Max for her birthday. 

Billy sucks Steve off as he leans against the kitchen counter, dishes forgotten in the sink. 

The tile is cool on Billy’s knees as his mouth works with all of the well-familiar sensations: the stretch of his jaw, the weight of Steve’s dick on his tongue, the little panting sounds Steve makes right before he’s about to come. 

That night Billy curls around Steve’s back and falls asleep with his fingers ghosting through Steve’s chest hair. 

[greyspilot]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨

UM I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! you are like, so creative??? and kind!!! and smart!!!!!!!!!!!!! and TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hoegrove]

*hugs you real tight* if you're comfortable with virtual hugs, would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! 💙💙💙

*huggles* THANK YOU ❤️❤️ I’m the worst and sooo late but THANKS ❤️

[pretty-bratty]

Ohhh prompts?! 14 and 21 please? Need some soft, sweet things from the prince of soft, sweet things... 🖤🖤🖤

Aww Billy thank you💜 Hope it's soft and sweet and lovable for you!🌌

14. "I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it's embarrassing but you made me feel safe."

21. "Goodnight love, I'll see you in my dreams."

Billy really loves the night. It never failed to hide him when he needed to, it let him be himself, it always promised him so much more than whatever was surrounding him at the moment - and lately, it brings him hot touches and sweet kisses and hitching breaths. Well, it's Harrington who actually gives Billy all of this, but still.

The night and Billy speak the same language. It's almost impossible to enjoy at the Cherry lane house - that place is not a home, no - but here, at Harrington's, it's a dream.

Billy slouches against the wall, the cig a red firefly in his hand, and inhales both the smoke and the hot summer air. The sky is peppered with stars, some reminding him the moles on Harrington's skin. The woods are filling the darkness with all kinds of rustling and hooting and chirping. Billy knows about what could be hiding in those woods, but these noises are somehow still soothing to his ear.

The pool's luminescent water glimmers in the light, twinkling in neon blue. Billy exhales the smoke slowly, forming rings, and inhales Hawkins' summer air, smelling of grass and water and sunscreen.

If he stares directly at the pool or in the starry sky, he can even feel California night for a second. Not one of his past nights - the future one. The one where he's gonna take this fluffy-haired disaster that's sleeping upstairs. They'll live in a bungalow right on the beach, and the sound of the waves will wash away all their nightmares. But for now - not that he's gonna admit that - Hawkins is good too. Especially in summer.

Billy swears he can almost hear the ocean waves and feel the salt in the air when all of a sudden there are noises from the house. Something being knocked off. He snaps his eyes open, throwing the cig on the ground, every muscle in his body tensing for a moment - until there's a very familiar muffled hissing.

"Dammit, Harrington," Billy growls when the doors slide open. "You made me waste a perfect smoke."

Steve stumbles out barefoot, scratching the stomach right above the waistband of his boxers lazily and yawning.

"Scared you?" he grins at Billy and rubs his eyes.

"Pfff," Billy scoffs loudly, trying to silence the wild pace that his heart sets at the sight of sleepy Harrington. "In your dreams, baby."

Steve doesn't even argue, just hums contentedly, blinking around and running a hand through his wild hair, making it even messier than before.

"Whatcha doin' here?"

"What are you doin' here, pretty boy?"

"I, um. I just wanted a glass of water."

"There's one on the nightstand."

Steve blinks at him a couple of times, seemingly deep in thought. Billy has to bite the inside of his cheek, trying not to let laugh out.

"Oh, yeah. I drank it. Need more."

"Don't see a glass in your hand though, baby."

Steve stares at him, cheeks turning pink, then goes back inside with a groan. Billy chuckles softly, counting in his head. Harringron stumbles out on the count of four, presenting a glass of water in hand dutifully.

"Gonna get back to bed now, yeah, baby?"

Steve glares at him.

"What, you can't wait to send me off to sleep, yeah?" he tries to cross his arms holding a glass, pouts harder and visibly stifles a yawn. "M' not five! M' not even tired anymore."

"Sure, pretty boy," Billy chuckles openly, smirk growing bigger at the ridiculously exaggerated pout Harrington gives him. The brat's used to getting anything he wants this way.

"Somethin' you wanna say, baby?" Billy flashes him a grin and a wink.

It always tints Harrington's cheeks such a pretty shade of pink, and Billy would never admit pink is his favorite color now, but well.

The boy suddenly looks down, fiddling with the glass in his hands and flushing crimson red, way darker than usual.

"I just," his voice is quiet, almost timid, and Billy kinda doesn't want to laugh anymore. "I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it's embarrassing but you made me feel safe."

For a couple of moments Billy hears nothing but the blood pulsing in his ears, as if he's got underwater. Safe? He? For as long as he remembers, his arms, as well as just him in general, brought everyone only danger, not safety. Never safety.

He gulps, throat suddenly going dry. Steve shifts from foot to foot, still looking down. Billy gets closer.

"Look at me, pretty boy," he tilts Harrington's chin up, touching him as soft as his fingers are able to, swallowing hard again. "I...make you feel...safe?"

His voice sounds like an echo. Harrington finally looks at him, eyes velvety in the darkness, so big and painfully open. He bites his lip, nodding cautiously, still testing the waters.

"Yeah," the boy's whisper is timid, and Billy suddenly wants to shield him from the whole world. "The safest ever. You hold me and, uh, s' like suddenly everything's in its place. So warm. And good. Always wanna be held by you..."

The last phrase is barely audible, but Billy still catches it, feeling new weird warmth inside.

"S' stupid, yeah?.." Harrington glances at him, shoulders ridden almost all the way to his pink ears.

Billy smiles, wrapping an arm around the boy and tugging him close.

"Not at all, baby. The smartest thing I heard. And I think it's time for putting everything in its place again. Yeah?"

The smile that blooms on Steve's face makes his chest ache.

***

Billy really loves the night. And this one is going to become his favorite. The glass on the nightstand turns out to be full of water, but Billy decides to let Harrington get away with this innocent lie.

He lays on the back, never letting the boy out of his embrace. Harrington squirms for a bit, settling down with his head on Billy's shoulder, one arm and one leg thrown across his body. He looks up at Billy, all trusting and a bit unsure, as if not daring to ask something.

"Not going anywhere," Billy assures him, ruffling his unruly hair and pressing a kiss on top of it. "If only gotta take a piss. But that's like ten seconds tops."

Steve giggles softly, clinging closer and yawning, seemingly barely keeping his eyes open.

"Tops," he repeats after Billy, words slurred.

"Sleep, you little brat."

It's like Harrington's waiting for this order - he smiles sweetly, mumbling something about not being so tired at all, and is out the next moment.

Billy chuckles and tightens his hold, focusing on how he just - has an armful of his boy - and feels Harrington's breath immediately becoming all calm and relaxed. The boy lets out a little content sigh, going all soft and pliant, lips brushing over Billy's chest.

Billy doesn't even try to stifle a smile. He watches the sleeping boy, cuddling him close.

"Goodnight love," he presses his lips to Steve's head, voice barely a whisper. "I'll see you in my dreams."

He closes his eyes and does exactly that.

💙💜

PROMPT LIST

[strangergrove]

Harringrove Prompts List

Send me an ask with the number(s) you want and I'll write something! You can pick more than one, but please keep it reasonable. I'm only one person. Haha. You can also add if you want a certain mood (angsty, funny, fluffy, etc.) otherwise I might go in a different direction than you were wanting. Also, if you want to add specifics to any prompts.

"Get up. I'm not done."

"You're the worst person I've ever met."

"I fucking hate you." "Please don't say that."

"Do you really mean that or are you just trying to get in my pants?"

"Well it worked, didn't it?"

"Do you even know how to act like a normal person?"

"You're a fucking idiot if you think I don't love you."

"Okay, can we both just agree that that was sexy?"

"Either you can fight me or you can fuck me... Or both. I'll accept both."

"I love you." "That's the dumbest shit you've ever said."

"You seriously call that a kiss?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who thought it would be fun to switch uniforms."

"Does it hurt?"

"All I wanted from you was a chance."

"I can't lose you. I just can't."

"Stop touching my butt."

"You may be pretty, but you're not that pretty."

"Jesus, as much as I like waking up to that face of yours... This is just creepy."

"You do know it's rude to stare, right?"

"How the fuck do you keep getting in my house?"

"Is this really your idea of fun?"

"That wasn't meant for you."

"Come near me again and I'll kiss the shit outta you." "Don't you mean 'kick?'" "No."

"If I was attracted to you, I would have kissed you." "You did. Like ten seconds ago."

"Does this mean-" "No." "But-" "No."

"Can you please be serious for one minute? I'm trying to ask you out."

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Okay, just because I said I loved you one time does not mean we're a thing."

"I wasn't asking you out! I was challenging you to a fight!"

Surprising the other at work

Drunken first kiss

Angry love confession

Fighting turns into kissing

Monster hunting

Babysitting

Accidental touching in the shower after basketball

Set up on a blind date

Competing at games at the fair

Stranded with a broken-down car

Caught sneaking in through a window

Spin the bottle at a party

Truth or dare

Comfort after a fight

Workout buddies

Sharing after-school detention

Accidentally spilling food on the other at lunch

Asked to dance at prom

Caught trying on each other's clothes

First date

Secret admirer

[strangergrovee]

hello! back from my depths of not being in tumblr and again looking for harringrove rps!

ill happily write as steve or billy, don't really have a preference there. but i do prefer third person, and semi lit. looking for 18+ partners and we both need to talk about our boundaries and triggers and such! i kinda want to do something with spidey!steve and deadpool!billy or literally anything! im sucker for aus or even canon divergent ones (kinda picky with those ones though). id love to make friends and roleplay partners! though i do work and sometimes take a while to respond! if you're interested let me know!

my discord is strangergrove#0660

[wingedbears]

HEY FUCKWADS LISTEN UP

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS IMPORTANT TO THIS FANDOM, IDC IF YOU PUT A ROCK IN A BOX AND LABEL IT HARRINGROVE I WILL TREASURE YOUR WORK AND YOU, OKAY?????

THIS IS A CALLOUT POST

I love all of you and you are valued!!!!

this is a serious post!

@wait-this-isnt-med-school​ @lostnoise​ @trashcangimmick​ @trashmouth-hargrove​ @strangergrove​ @harringrove-whore​ @livedsomanylives​ @ariaaadne​ @memes-saved-me​ @harringrovetrashh​ @a-magey​ @trans-siberian-marching-band​ @kyrosh​ @thinger-strang​ @platypanthewriter​ @ifuwannabemydingus​ @sparkleeye​ @magniloquent-raven​ @kingsandsaints​ @crybbybilly​ @manicpixietrashfire​ @harringrovetrashrat​ @transbillyhargrove​ @hoegrove​ @abigailcathleen​ @atomicblondeweirdo​ @elsb-hrngtons​ @dontfuckingstartwithme​ @hoppnhorn​ @billy-baby​ @harringrovisms​ @hippiebuckyharrington​ @sirsparklepants​ @stardate85​ @women-seem-wicked​ @captainwingdings​ @billyhargrovescigarette​ @introvertia​ @wrecked-fuse​ @letshargroovetonight​ @sarahstarkiller​ @gideongrace​ @elysiumwaits​ @lexigirl20​ @allfourofthem​ @c0bblenygma​ @keptinqueer​ @hartigays​ @strangelyharringroved​ @ihni​ @granpappy-winchester​ @rowanroseyyc​ @barbarianbillyhargrove​ @tracy7307​ @flippyspoon​ @harringroves​ @desert-dino​ @cigarettesandharringrove​ @melatonin-groove​ @oceans--hargrove​ @kelpie-earnest​ @gabbia​ @fredsythe​ @warheadache​ (keep tagging loved ones please!) (if I missed you I’m sorry! You’re still a precious bean)

[prettyboyporter]

Probably not up your alley, buuuut, for fun.... Marrow by 36 Crazyfists (I love his voice.)

HEY bb! <333 

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

Thanks for the rec! I’m kind of in the middle on this one -- I don’t dislike it, but it doesn’t particularly catch me, either! Was pretty cool to check out something new tho, so thank you <333

[hoegrove]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN! because I can! I hope you have a wonderful day!! 🖤🖤🖤

THANK YOUUU!! 🖤 🖤 🖤

[pretty-bratty]

Happy birthday, @strangergrove 💜💙🌌

I want you to be happy. You deserve it so much. So lucky that we met here. Love you, man.

Hope this lil somethin brings a smile to your face.

[strangergrove]

So there is, for some weird reason, a lot of you following me now. WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?! THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU GUYS!

But I realized you know very little about me and I'm very curious what your assumptions about me are. Send me some, please? Especially Even super bizarre ones! It'll make my day and you all will learn some stuff about me.

[strangergrovee]

i am once again looking for harringrove roleplay, it's just brain rot at this point

ill happily write as steve or billy, don't really have a preference there. but i do prefer third person, and semi lit. im fine with nsfw rp as long as you're 18+ and we both talk about our boundaries and triggers and such! i don't really have any set plots but im a sucker for post S3 billy survived or modern aus or angst and shit! either way we could work something out (:

my discord is: strangergrove#0660 or tumblr is fine but i promise how fast ill be!

[saltstuck]

lol..... heres another one. i can’t stop

picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/148413

tagging: @greyspilot​ @immortalitylostandfound​ @bentnotbroken1fanfiction​ @thesummerof84​ @harringrove-heart​ @strangergrove​ @elysiumwaits​@imyoursandthatsitwhatever​ @harringrovetrashh​ and anyone else! <3 

[a-jynx]

playвooĸ тo мy нearт | тeaѕer

“It’s the way you feel when you step onto that field that let’s you know you couldn’t live without this sport.” 

Teaser Tag: @trashmouth-hargrove​, @lostnoise​, @stevefuckingharrington​, @greyspilot​, @harringrovetrashh​, @myboyfriendsteve​, @awickedplacethisis​, @gideongrace​, @strangergrove​, @negativenuggetz​, @ihateitheredude​, @bakausagiwithwings​, @hartigays​, @saltstuck​, @officialsteveharrington​, @billysdanglyearring​, @memes-saved-me​, @razbey​, @pretty-bratty​, @big--yikes​, @supermegapauselouca​, @thinger-strang​, @steve-bambi​, @harrington-ofhawkins​, @introvertia​, @lovebillyhargrove​, @wingedbears​, @jxnehxpper​, @withoutmonsters​, @geraltxfrivia​, @harringrovewhorexx​, @harringrovisms​, @panikyu​, @tracy7307​, @mossybits​, @thesecondbraincell​, @baconspice​, @steve-dingus​, @helloharringrove​, @pansexualgrapes​, @amidstardust​, @spaceighties​  These are the tags for now; I can add or remove you! <3  (Also a humongous thank you to @stevefuckingharrington​ for helping me with this!! <3)

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“You boys are in for a world of hurt! These next few weeks are to weed out the weak, get rid of those who don’t have what it takes to stay on top.” Coach Embers barked, strolling in front of the large crowd of possible players. Possible competition. This was it. This was his time. “And if you think there will be a single moment when you can rest? Think again, son. Now, the lot of you think you’re gonna be some big hotshot and be able to wiggle your way through and keep up with the big dogs! Well, newsflash boys, no measly little worm is going to maneuver their way through this and be alive afterward!” Coach shouted and the field-house was more silent, far more tense than before. Billy glanced around him; the possible players were already breathing hard and slick with sweat from the adrenaline caused by Coach Embers’ speech. Billy knew they all had the same thought. How can I be better? 

“Let’s go, ladies! I’m not getting any damn younger here!” Assistant Coach Anderson shouted, everyone rose from their kneeling position on the sidelines, leaving their helmets as they run onto the dew-filled field. The sun barely peeked over the horizon, early morning heat already settling over the boys as they hustled out to the center. The thick water splattered onto their shins, melting down as they moved around the yard lines, moving to get into their positions. 

“Alright,” Coach Embers moved to the front, his whistle slinging from side to side, seeming to try and trap the players into a trance. “We’ll start with a mile for warm-ups than we’ll work on passing technique.” He waved for them to go, to start. Billy frowned, shouldn’t have coach blew his whistle? His gaze shifted towards a few of the boys glancing around, they shifted their weight between their legs; antsy. They were showing weakness. Billy found himself smirking, this is going to be too easy. 

“Well?” Coach Anderson shouted, stepping forward as Coach Embers snorted. “Get moving, this shit is timed, fellas!” He shouted again as the team turned on their heels and began to jog. Some rushed ahead, slamming their shoulders into each other and laughing. Billy scoffed, they were wasting energy.  He ran his tongue against the back of his teeth, flicking it against the bones in concentration. He felt a heavyweight shove into his side. 

“Damn, Hargrove, getting lost in that head of yours, huh?” Tommy said with a loud, obnoxious laugh. Billy rolled his eyes, keeping a steady pace as they turned, following the chain link fence. “You’re way too focused on this.” 

“And you’re not focused enough, Hagan,” Billy said through gritted teeth. He frowned as the freckled boy kept pace with him, causing Bill to huff. Great. 

“Woo, Hargrove’s getting a little snippy! What is that the bitch in you coming out?” Hagan cackled, as he picked up the pace, shoving past a few of the other players as Billy growled. 

“Hagan! You’re fucking dead!” Billy shouted after the boy bounding away, he broke into a sprint ducking and weaving between the other boys. Billy growled as his feet thundered against the field, splattering the wet dew up and around him. Hagan was close. He could grab him and easily wring his damn neck. Grounding his molars, he reached out, his fingertips just barely… Catching… Tommy’s sweat-soaked shirt. 

“Hagan-” Billy stumbled, tripping and colliding with another warm body. A strangled groan came from the body underneath him. “Fucking ow.” Billy groaned, looking over his shoulder to see some of the other boys running by, snickering as Tommy stood there, an apologetic smile already on his lips. “Asshole.” Billy sneered, caressing his throbbing temple. 

“Ha, if anyone here is an asshole, it’d be you, buddy-”  the body under Billy spoke, making Billy scoff as he rubbed at his head, rolling his eyes. 

“Oh, shut it! It’s your fault for-” 

“Walking on a sidewalk? Oh, yes, please sue me!” The guy whined as Billy snarled. Then the voice registered and Billy’s head snapped up, his eyes going wide. This… Guy. A dull yellow beanie doing nothing to capture the thick, brown waves of hair. Bright, large brown eyes narrowed towards him, making his throat tighten and Billy’s mouth dry. Steve. Fucking. Harrington. 

“Billy Hargrove?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Steve growled. He scrambled up and away from Billy, the cement digging into his scraped palms. The girl behind Steve dropped the large box she was carrying to grab his elbow, helping him stand up. and holding him still. “What are you doing here!” Steve asked through clenched teeth. He yanked his away and winced as he tried to brush his stinging palms clean on his jeans. Turning back to the girl who looked unimpressed.  “Why is he here?!” 

“Jesus, calm down, Pretty boy, it’s been a while but you’re still the dramatic princess I remember.” Billy rolled his eyes, pushing himself off of the ground. “And hey, jackass, it’s a public college! Y’know what a public college is, right?” Billy huffed, as he dusted himself off, cross his arms over his chest.

“Of course I do, I’m not stupid, by why here?! Why not go back to… to California?!” Steve challenged, stepping towards Billy. Billy stepped closer, accepting Steve’s challenge. He set his jaw, clicking his tongue. 

“Because Princess, I ain’t got the money right now. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ll be out of your,” Billy paused, reaching up and plucking the beanie off of Steve’s head, ruffling his hand through Steve’s thick and surprisingly soft hair. Billy took a beat to recover from the shock of how nice Steve’s soft hair felt against his rough palm “hair in a few years.” Steven knocked Billy’s hand away.

“Fuck. Off.” Steve bit out. Frustration evident in the angry red blush on his cheeks. Billy leaned back, studying the boy he thought he had left behind in Hawkins, Indiana. The boy whose brown eyes were never far too far from his thoughts.

“Strong language to come from someone so pretty-”  

“Alright, we get it, Hargrove. You think Dingus here is gorgeous,” the girl said. As she picked up the box while Steve crouched down to pick up a few items that had fallen from his box when Billy had crashed into him. “Now, how about you go back to passing a pigskin between all of your sweaty ass teammates and let us finish getting him moved in, yeah?” She nodded once, smirking, as she began to walk away, not even bothering to see if he was following. Steve turned to follow her. 

“You always such a good bitch, pretty boy?” Billy said, flicking the tip of his tongue between his lips,  licking at his chapped lips. Even with the annoyance that followed Steve. Steve pursed his lips with a huff, as he fixed his grip on the cardboard box.

“Why don’t you just go toss some balls, Hargrove?” He snorted, walking away with the sway of his hip, his shoulders sliding side-to-side. The thick curls that had escaped from the yellow wool cage, dragging and just barely scrapping against Steve’s shoulders. Billy glanced to the soft beanie in his head, clenching it gently as he tried to glare at it, however, he just found himself staring at it with adoration. 

“Hargrove! Come on, we’re still getting timed and shit!” Tommy shouted from the opened gate, waiting there as Billy blinked, turning his head towards him and rolling his eyes. Stuffing the beanie into his pocket, Billy jogged towards the gate, daring himself to not look back. Not look back at the past he left behind. Just don’t look back… 

“Billy, what’s up man? You look like you saw a ghost.” He questioned as they began to jog back towards the team. Tommy knew. He knew exactly what happened while he stood behind the gate, watching the practice while Billy dealt with Harrington. Both of the coach’s voices filtering through the thick air as the two came to a slow walk towards the end, watching as a few groups split around the field, some practicing with throwing techniques, some running once again, and some heading in for the bench presses. 

“Uh, no, no, I just… I think I slammed my head into Harrington’s.” He mumbled, fiddling with his ponytail, tugging at a few strands and biting his lip hard. “I’m heading to the locker room.” 

“Are you cool? Like, does your head hurt or anything?” Tommy asked, stepping towards him before Billy leaned back, shooting Tommy a weak smirk.

“I’m good. I’m good, just… I’ll see you later, alright?” Billy waved him off, jogging towards the locker room, feeling his heart pound in his ears. Thoughts, memories, stupid… Ideas rushed through his head as he shoved open the steel door. He stopped in front of the sink, pressing himself against the porcelain, his nails trying to dig into it like a chunk of flesh - a chunk of meat. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You see him one time - one goddamn time - and you’re losing yourself all over again? Pull it together, Hargrove.” He hissed, clenching his teeth together as his eyes filtered across his face; the red blush from his run and run-in settled over his shoulders and face, the slight blood gathered on his bottom lip, the few scars for his memory of Hawkins printed permanently on his tan flesh. Shoving himself back, huffing with the roll of his eyes. 

“Pull it together. Pull it together and realize this is your time! This is your time and you’re going to work your ass off and you’re going to get into the NFL and… And…” Billy’s voice died down as the door shot open, the loud rumble of the other’s laughs and chats ringing in his ears as he inhaled deeply, sighing before pushing off the sink again, and walking back towards the exit onto the field. Practice. Just worry about practice. Just… Pull it together, Hargrove. Only, what? Three-and-a-half more years… Well, it’s not likely that he will run into Harrington again. What are the odds? 

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Part One; To Be Added 

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howdy! im 18 and they/them, currently looking for a stranger things/harringrove rp! i usually play billy hargrove but if it comes down to it i can play steve harrington!

looking for partners that are 16+ but refuse to do anything nsfw unless you're 18+. the only things that really make me uncomfortable is deep talks about religion and detailed talk of teeth and bones.

usually prefer to rp on discord but can possibly make Tumblr work! if you're interested you can hit me up here or on my discord which is: strangergrove#0660

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