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have you ever wished (for an endless night)

Here it is! My first Harringrove for BLM prompt, given by the ever lovely @catharrington! She asked for a sugar-high fairy Steve, so here it is! Thank you for the prompt and the donation babe!

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Billy had been so proud of himself. He had the whole thing planned out perfectly; he commissioned a cake, talked to Robin about taking Steve out to do “human things”, and even went to the dollar store down the street to grab some cute party supplies. Things he would never have thought he’d be buying but knew Steve would love, like a shiny, holographic birthday banner and fluffy tissue paper streamers. Steve deserved nothing less.

It had started one night, when they were watching TV, and someone had been celebrating a birthday. Steve had turned to Billy, and about broken his heart when his big bambi eyes widened.

“What’s a birthday, Billy?” Steve’s voice was quiet and full of awe, like it had been when he found out about Halloween. And just like then, Billy was instantly reminded that Steve wasn’t just another roommate, but an otherworldly being who had somehow chosen Billy to be his All Things Human Guide, as Robin had dubbed him.

“Well, every year on the day someone was born, you celebrate them by throwing them a party, with presents and cake and shit.” That got Steve going. Suddenly he had a million questions, spouting them out rapid fire as he practically vibrated next to Billy on their couch. Billy tried to keep up and answer everything, but was taken aback when Steve threw into the mix

“So you guys keep track of the day you were born?” Billy paused.

“Do you not? Do you not know when you were born?”

“No,” Steve says dismissively. “We all celebrate the new year and that’s how we know how old we are.”

“Well, that changes today baby cakes. Pick a day. That’ll be your birthday, and we’ll celebrate.” Steve had eagerly bursted out “May 1st” as the first date that came to his mind, and Billy made a mental note that it was only a few days away. The topic died down, and Billy even thinks Steve may have forgotten about it a couple weeks later because it isn’t brought up again. But as spring began to warm up and prepare for the hotter months of summer, he began to formulate a plan.

He hid the decorations at Robin and Heather’s, with the promise that Heather would bring them over and help decorate while Robin took Steve out, even offering to pick up the custom cake he had bought at the bakery down the street. It was all set and when the day finally arrived, Billy was the one vibrating with nerves.

Robin called just after breakfast, telling Steve she would be over in a couple minutes to check out a new park she had found, and once they were gone, the decorating began. Slowly, Billy and Steve’s living room turned into a den of sparkly things and flowers. Billy also whipped up some of Steve’s favorite snacks and treats, and just as he was taking out the fruit platter, with extra strawberries of course, he could hear Robin and Steve’s voices from down the hallway. He was chattering excitedly about the park they had just visited and how excited he was for summer when the front door began to open.

The jolt of anxiety Billy felt disappeared as soon as he saw Steve’s face. His doe eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. Billy, Heather, and Robin all yelled out a “Surprise” that seemed to snap Steve out of his shock, and suddenly he was gone.

Not actually gone of course, but to anyone else, it looked like Steve had simply evaporated, leaving behind a pool of clothing. Before the three could move to find him though, a glittery bolt shot out of the clothes and a small figure zoomed around the apartment. Steve had gotten so excited he had slipped into his fae form. Ridiculous.

After Steve had zipped around and inspected each decoration, he flew back to Billy’s bedroom and reemerged in his human form, wearing a pair of Billy’s sweatpants and an old Metallica tee shirt, worn soft with age. Let the festivities commence. They ate, and played board games, and opened up a small present Tobin and Heather had made for him, a small gift basket of shiny objects that Robin explained were Good Luck charms she had enchanted to provide protection and good fortune, to decorate his small nest in the windowsill. He even exclaimed that he could use the basket to form a more solid base to it. Billy’s present came next, and somehow he felt shy after seeing the excitement the girls’ gift had evoked. He pushed the poorly wrapped box over in Steve’s direction, looking anywhere but.

Steve tore through the weak wrapping quickly, and paused silent when he managed to open it.

“Billy.” Steve’s voice was gentle before he pushed himself out of the chair and walked over to him.

“Billy, I love it.” And then Billy found himself with a lap full of the fae boy himself. Brown, soft locks tickled his nose, and Steve’s hands felt warm as they wrapped around him. “Thank you.” He choked out.

After a few moments of this, Heather cleared her throat and announced it was time for cake. Robin shot Billy a meaningful look and then got up to bring out the cake from where it sat in their fridge.

They lit candles and sang a terrible rendition of Happy Birthday, and Billy helped Steve cut a truly massive piece of the chocolate cake.

Really, what came next, Billy should have expected and tried to prevent, but he never could say no to those bambi eyes.

It started small, Steve unable to sit still as he flitted around the room, rambling at a mile a minute about this or that, and then coming back for another piece of cake. With each stolen piece, Steve’s jitters grew until he couldn’t possibly contain them anymore and he once again suddenly transformed into his fae form. Billy, Robin, and Heather quickly took shelter by sitting on the couch as they all settled in for the show. Steve was nothing but a sparkler as he shot around the small living room, rearranging his nest to fit the stones, doing laps through the entire house, before finally settling on literally bouncing between walls. Billy had the forethought enough to remove any pictures hanging well before this party, after the third picture crashed and shattered during a sugar high.

It took about thirty minutes for Steve to wear himself out, and finally he fell into Billy’s lap in an ungraceful sprawl. Considering he was the size of a small bird, it really wasn’t a bother to let him doze peacefully while Heather put on a random Disney movie. After the credits began to roll, the girls bid a sleepy Steve one final Happy Birthday, and told them both goodnight before slipping out the front door.

Billy carefully picked Steve up from his lap, and went to place him in his nest, only to realize that in his sugar craze, he had actually made the nest worse, with nowhere to sleep. He let out a sigh before trudging back to his bedroom. He set Steve down on the pillow on the right side of his bed and went through his nightly routine before gently sliding in and curling up to fall asleep, soothed by the small snores coming from the sleeping boy next to him.

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#harringrovetrashh #short #fluff #domestic #magic au #harringrove for blm

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An anonymous donator requested a little something about Billy having a sweet tooth so here it is! Thank you for donating!!

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Billy lived on junk food, the boy hadn't eaten a vegetable in years and yet his metabolism and constant working out kept him in shape and somewhat healthy. Except, the worst part was the candy. The sweets, chocolate, chips and whatever sugar he could get his hands on.

It got to the point he had to go to the dentist and was told no more, but of course he didn't let someone tell him what to do. So after that it became some kind of stupid secret, wrappers hidden in his glovebox and the old packets under the driver's seat.

So when he moved to Hawkins he couldn't go to the local stores because people would recognise him, instead he would drive out to gas station and stock up for the week. Make sure he had snacks for late night drives or for when he woke up hungover in the back seat.

It all changed when Starcourt opened in the summer of '85. There were specialist stores and of course Scoops Ahoy and Billy didn't need much of an excuse to go in and see Steve in his sailer uniform.

He would stroll in, wearing just a vest and his lifeguard shorts and flirt his way to free icecream from Steve. Eventually that flirting turned to Robin taking over the front and Steve following Billy into the staff hallway for some summertime fun, on more than a few occasions.

It was a great set up, Billy got his sugar fix and his Steve fix. All while keeping his cravings a secret and his body toned to keep eyes on him. Well, until one night when he picked Steve up after he closed for the night and he left him in the Camaro for 2 minutes while he grabbed a pack of Camels and a slush.

He came back to find Steve with hands full of candy wrappers. "Billy? Is this from Max or..?". His face was lit up with such glee at the thought of finding out a secret about Billy.

"Oh shit", he replied climbing in and taking the multi coloured pieces of plastic in his fingers and throwing them in the back seat. "It's just from Halloween".

"It's June", Steve laughed and opened the glovebox to reveal more unopened pack of flying saucers and sour apple bon bons. "Were these from Halloween as well?".

"Right so, I like candy. What about it?". He took a sip from the cherry slush in his hand.

"Billy, that's your third slush this week and you come in for icecream everyday. Not to mention this!". Steve was somewhat serious but still smiling about how ridiculous this was.

"Alright! I eat a lot of candy". He couldn't help but smile at how funny Steve found this.

"Why did you keep this a secret? Everyone knows you live on fast food". Steve took a sip of the Icee still in Billy's hand.

"I don't know", he was smiling now. "I just always have".

"Now you'll have to share though". Steve laughed and Billy joined.

"This is why I didn't tell you". He jokingly moved the cup away so Steve couldn't reach it.

"Yeah, I'll remember that when you want free icecream". Steve reached across trying to get a drink and ended up lying in Billy's lap as they continued to laugh.

"Is that right?". He said and took a sip as he looked down at Steve. "I'll remember that next time you want a lift".

"I'll buy you a slush next time". Steve sat up.

"Deal". Billy put the cup in it's holder and started the engine, as he did Steve took the drink and began drinking it only to get an amused eye roll in response as he pulled out onto the road.

#memes-saved-me #short #fluff #soft Billy #canon fic #harringrove for blm

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Hi, bringer of much joy. If your taking prompts I have une for you: Steve, Billy, Jonathan and Nancy at the kids prom as “volunteers”. Steve and billy sneaking off to dance to one of the slow songs (fluff and kissing) their basketball coach or teacher sees them.

Hi anon! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m using this prompt that’s been sitting in my inbox fo a few weeks to fill @mentallyillsnow ‘s HfBLM donation! They left it up to me -- so slow dancing at the kids’ dance it is. I hope anon and @mentallyillsnow enjoy it! 

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The Spring Fling 1986 banner fluttered from the gym ceiling, decorated with daisies painted by Nancy. Groups of teenagers congregated under it, laughing and dancing as Janet Jackson reverberated around the large room. Jonathan hovered around the outskirts and took pictures of it all.  

The kids had successfully completed three quarters of their freshman year at Hawkins High, and the year had passed with no supernatural events, no nefarious Russians, and relatively little drama. Jonathan and Nancy were the first to sign up as chaperones, and after some slight arm-twisting from Max and Dustin, Billy and Steve also agreed to sign on. 

Steve poured out punch into little plastic cups as Dustin regaled him with stories of how the Science Club had added three new members and was planning to build a greenhouse over the summer on the west side of the building. 

But somehow over the scent of ripe teenagers who’d been dancing for two hours, Steve caught the aroma of cigarette smoke. He turned his head to see Billy leaning back against the back wall, half concealed by the bleachers, cherry glow of his cigarette in the darkness. 

“Hey, sorry kiddo,” Steve said to Dustin. “I’m gonna check on Bills, alright? Mind taking over for me?” 

“No problem. Go get him, hot stuff,” Dustin said with an exaggerated wink. 

Steve opened his mouth to say Dustin, no, but he thought better of it and wandered back to find Billy leaning against the supports of the retracted bleachers, cig in hand. 

Billy blew a plume of smoke out as Steve approached. 

“Tired of the crowd already?” Steve asked as he leaned next to Billy, their shoulders touching. 

Billy offered up the smoke, and Steve took a drag. “There’s a lot of goddamn kids here.” 

Steve nodded and turned to look at them. He zeroed in on their kids, all six of them dancing in a loose circle. “Max looks cute.” 

A smile tugged at the corner of Billy’s mouth. “Yup.” 

“You do her hair?”

Billy nodded once. 

They observed the kids bouncing around, and when the song was over, the slow keyboards of Berlin’s Take My Breath Away filled the room. The kids stilled and paired off -- their slow dancing was sweet, if not a bit stilted and awkward. 

“Hey,” Billy said. He nodded to his left, indicating Coach Carson’s office. He’d been working out the last few months, and the smaller flannel shirt he’d gotten in October now stretched enticingly over bulkier shoulders and remained unbuttoned enough to reveal the top of the big scar on his chest. A slice of light from the disco ball made his earring spark silver, then caught each of his hungry blue eyes. 

He looked fucking delicious. 

Steve followed, and with a snick of Billy’s pocket knife, they crept into the now-unlocked office. 

Billy closed the door behind them and twisted the blinds closed. “Wanna dance, pretty boy?” 

Steve took Billy’s hand. “Fuck yes.” 

Billy took the lead, and Steve pressed his cheek to Billy’s and Billy turned them in slow circles. Billy’s hand pressed firmly to Steve’s lower back, and he held Steve’s other hand in his own clutched against his chest. 

Steve thought of a million things to say: I’m so proud of how far you’ve come. You look fantastic. You’re amazing with Max. You’re so good, so good, so good. 

But instead he simply pressed his lips to Billy, who stopped moving and let Steve walk him back against Coach Carson’s desk. Steve got a leg between Billy’s thighs and deepened the kiss and felt like a bolt of heat run through him when Billy moaned into his mouth. 

Suddenly, a light cut on from the tiny file room attached to the Coach’s office. 

Coach Carson stood in the doorway, arms crossed. 

Steve and Billy sprang apart from each other, but Coach Carson held up his hand. “Harrington, Hargrove, easy does it. I was just filing some paperwork for States next week.” 

“Coach, I-” Steve started. 

“It’s alright Harrington,” Coach said, and slid a set of keys across the desk. “Lock up for me, would ya? I want to get home to Harold. If dinner gets cold, he gets pissed.” 

Steve felt his face flush red. “Uh. Of course.” Slowly, he took Billy’s hand in his own. “Yeah, we can lock up for you.” 

Coach smiled and winked. “Hargrove, you’re a brick house on the court, but lemme tell ya something -- you could use some of Harrington’s finesse.” 

Billy smiled and stepped closer to Steve. “Yes sir. I sure could.” 

Coach closed the door quietly, and a few moments of surreal quiet passed before they both laughed and finished their dance, Take My Breath Away still going in the background. 

#tracy7307 #short #fluff #soft #canon fic #harringrove for blm

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The Beastmaster

Steve came home to find Billy’s car in the drive, and the front door standing open—in January, so there was snow blowing in.  

He braked right there in the middle of the street, looking around for Neil Hargrove’s car, or—or what? he thought.  Messed up snow?  Bloody snow?  He craned his neck, but there was only Billy’s car, and footsteps to the door.  He’d put the rock back that Steve kept the key under, which meant he probably wasn’t…running from anything.  

All the same, instead of opening the garage door, Steve coasted to a stop on the street, and pulled the nailbat out of the trunk.  As he sidled around the corner of his house, he stood on tiptoe trying to see inside, and registered the kitchen windows were open, too.  He stared at them, then snorted, tromping back around to the front door.  I need therapy, he told himself, shaking his head and grinning.  Somebody opens up the house after burning a Poptart or something, and I think there’s a serial killer on the loose.  

He was still slow and quiet coming in the front door—which was good, because Billy was kneeling backwards on the couch, leaning over the back, whispering over the phone, having a staring contest with a squirrel.

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Zoo date as requested by @xgardensinspace

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Modern au

Please ignore my rhino facts I love them so much

Steve’s encounter with + reaction to the rhino is based on me from a few years ago

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“Wait, this is, this is where you’re taking me?”

Billy was pulling into a spot in the parking lot of the San Diego Zoo and Safari Park.

“Yeah. You’ve never been to this one, and I know how much you love a zoo.” Steve was vibrating in his seat.

This was one of the best zoos in the country.

He chucked off his seatbelt, making Billy laugh as he scrambled out of the car.

He danced around as he waited for Billy to grab the backpack he had put together for the day, before taking his wrist and dragging him to the ticket counter.

“Baby, I already got us tickets.” Billy shuffled him to the gate, jostling him past the birds at the beginning of the park. “We’re on a schedule, Pretty Boy. Gotta be there in ten.” He led Steve to the Ranger Base, walking up to the ticket window.

“Hi, we’re in the 10 am caravan group.” The woman behind the counter took their tickets, pointed them to another group a little ways away.

“Wait, are we doing one of the tours?” Steve was sitting close next to Billy, all pressed up against him. Billy kissed his forehead.

“You’ll see.”

Their tour leader began explaining a few of the rules of the caravan to them, shuffled them aboard, and set off across the park, leading to the large open African Plains.

Steve cooed at all the buffalo, taking picture after picture of any baby animals they saw, getting yelled at when he excitedly almost stood up in the moving truck.

“So, a few things about feeding the giraffes.” Billy could feel Steve begin wiggling next to him. “You each get three pieces of lettuce. Stand like this, hold the lettuce out, and let the giraffe take it from you. Do not touch the giraffe’s face or neck or anything.”

“Wait, Bill we get to, to feed them?” People had formed a line as one of the giraffes came loping slowly towards them.

“Yeah, this is like, the extra bitchin’ tour. You get to see all the animals real close, and feed ‘em and stuff.” Billy’s mom had taken him when he was little.

Steve was staring up at the giraffe, the first few people posing as the people they were with took pictures of them with the giraffe. Billy pushed him forward a little, taking about a fucking million pictures of Steve looking like a little kid, so fucking excited to feed the tall baby. Billy gave him one of his lettuce pieces so that he would keep smiling like that.

The caravan rattled on, transitioning to the Asian Savanna.

“Oh, my, God. Bill look at the rhino. Bill look.” Steve was slapping his arm. The guide laughed at him.

“You a fan of rhinos?”

“I love them. They’re my favorite.”

“Well, you’re in luck.” The cart stopped as the huge black rhino began lumbering towards them. “So, to feed Edison, our adult male Indian Black Rhino, wait for him to open his mouth, and toss a piece of apple in there for him. Everyone gets four pieces.”

Steve’s eyes were huge.

“You can touch his horn gently, but do not touch his eyes or nose. And he has the jaw power to rip your hand right off, so don’t put any fingers in his mouth.”

Steve’s fingers were tight around Billy’s wrist.

“Indian black rhinos come from northern India, Nepal, and Easter Pakistan. They have one thick horn, whereas African white rhinos have two long thin ones. Unlike most horned animals, a rhino’s horn is not made from bone. It is made from keratin, the same as your hair and fingernails, so it’s essentially like one big fingernail on it’s face.” Steve was nodding along. He knew probably every fact about the different kinds of rhinos. “White rhinos are typically larger, but the black male rhino has an average weight of nearly five thousand pounds.”

The rhino had approached the caravan. Steve was titled over the edge, staring at the thing.

“The Indian black rhino is now longer classified as endangered after the conservation efforts in the Indian subcontinent over the past two or so decades, unlike the northern white rhinos, with a population of two. Here at the San Diego Zoo and Safari Park, we are making conservation efforts in our frozen zoo, where we keep genetic samples from thousands of species. We are currently working on a way to artificially inseminate a female black rhino, or a southern white rhino with a northern white rhino fetus in order to try and grow the population that way.”

Steve was hanging onto his every fucking word.

They let everyone line up before them, Steve was too busy just fucking staring at the animal while he listened to the guide’s speech to move, apparently.

“See, this is why I got us on this one. Knew you’d lose your damn mind if you got to feed a rhino.” The guide handed Steve a few extra pieces of apple, shooting him a wink.

Billy stood behind him as he leaned over the side of the caravan, tossing apple into the rhino’s mouth, patting his horn.

“You’re the sweetest baby in the world. I love you so much. You are perfect, and amazing.” Billy stifled a laugh as he filmed Steve.

When he finally stood up he was fucking holding back tears.

“I just, I love them so much.”

“I know, Baby.” He put one arm around Steve’s shoulder on the ride back to the rest of the zoo.

Steve must’ve thanked the guide about a million times before they set off to do a loop around the park, stopped for close to twenty minutes in the petting zoo so that Steve could pet a little black goat.

Billy lost his fucking mind in the reptile house, spent at least a few minutes with his nose pressed to the glass of every terrarium.

“Stevie, fucking look at that tiny baby.”

The tiny baby in question was a twelve foot anaconda.

Steve kept his distance as Billy cooed over some scorpions, called a Goliath birdeater tarantula a beautiful boy. Steve knew his taste in animals was odd, but then They passed by the giant old tortoises, and Billy went berserk.

“They look like sweet little men. What amazing gentlemen. They are kind and wise.” He was passionately gesturing at the creatures, leaning over the rail around the enclosure.

Steve can’t fault Billy for going all soft at the desert cat nursery, as Steve was shoulder to shoulder with him as they smushed up against the glass to look at the tiny little things.

In the Australia section of the park, Billy only used an Aussie accent, would make Steve laugh because it was actually really good. He would make his voice all deep and say wallaby all drawn out, just to make Steve’s smile get bigger. Steve gasped when they saw the platypus.

“I didn’t think these were even real.”

“Are you serious?” Billy still had that fucking accent.

“Yeah. I mean, they sound so silly. They’re like, a duck and a beaver and a snake. They’re weird little hybrids with venom, Bill. Venom.” They watched the awkward little thing waddle across the field.

“It’s kinda growin’ on me.”

Steve got an amazing picture of Billy with about fourteen butterflies on him in the butterfly pavilion, And Steve got shit on by the parakeet they were trying to feed.

They hit the bird show on their way back to the entrance, would laugh and grab each other’s hands as large birds would swoop overhead.

They finally left the park after spending a minute at the gift shop, Billy surprising Steve with a soft stuffed rhino at the exact moment Steve presented him with a floppy stuffed tarantula. Billy couldn’t wait to put them on their bed.

Billy threw his arm around Steve’s shoulders as they walked to the car, the sun beginning to sink.

“That was a real good day.” Steve was slurping at the remains of an ice cream cone.

“For sure one for the books.” The tops of Billy’s shoulders on either side of his tank top were a little red from the sun.

“Thank you for bringing me. You know how much I love zoos. And getting to, getting to touch and feed a rhino, Billy that made my fucking life.” He kissed the side of Steve’s head.

“I’m glad, Sweet Thing.”

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Nb Steve as requested by @takemebythehand-andsetmefree

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Thank you all for organizing, participating, and donating.

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There is an instance where Steve gets misgendered, not by malicious intent, but it still happens, so take care of yourselves, don’t read if that could harm you.

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“I think I’m a girl.”

This revelation wasn’t totally shocking to Billy.

Steve loved pretty things. Could be found more often than not jamming around in a little skirt, lots of makeup. So Billy just said

“Okay, Baby. Then I love my gorgeous girlfriend.”

And that was so sweet and all, but to Steve it still didn’t, it felt just as bad as boyfriend.

“Actually, maybe not.”

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“I think maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

They were in Steve’s bed together, Steve laying practically on top of Billy.

“What makes you say that?”

“Parts of me feel like I’m a girl, and parts of me feel like I’m a boy. But all of me hates both of those options. I mean, I love looking like a girl, but when you, when you said girlfriend, Bill that felt just as fucking bad as boyfriend. I think I’m broken.” Billy shifted around until Steve was looking right at him.

“You are not broken. You are beautiful and amazing and confused. But you are far from broken. There’s more in the world than girl and boy. You can be anything, anyone.

“Back in California, I knew all kinds of people. I had friends all along the trans umbrella. I had a friend who was a trans guy, but preferred presenting for feminine. I had androgynous friends that presented however they pleased. I had friends who identified as no gender, or all the genders. I had a friend whose gender identity would change on any given day. Gender is fucking fake, and if you’re not comfortable with whatever you were assigned at birth, make something new for yourself.”

“I think that I’m somewhere in between. Not a woman, but not a man.” Billy grabbed the notbad next to Steve’s bad, drew a horizontal line across it.

“So basically, think of gender as a spectrum. Over here you’ve got women. This includes trans women, who are women that were assigned male at birth. One the other side you’ve got men, which includes trans men. In the middle, you’ve got nonbinay folks. Nonbinary is an umbrella term that just means these people live outside of man and woman. This includes agender people, who have no gender, and people who identify as more than one gender, like bigender or pangender. All along the scale you have people who are genderfluid and genderflux, whose definition of their own gender may slide along the scale at any given moment. You also have people that identify as demiboy, or reversely, demigirl, people that only identify partially as boy or girl, respectively. There’s also the idea of being transmasc, or transfem which are people who were assinged a gender at birth, but identitfy more with the other, without completely identify themselves as trans. So a person assigned male at birth who doesn’t consider themselves a transwoman, but more comfortably identities with feminity as a concept.”

He held out the drawing to Steve.

“There’s also different pronouns, and this isn’t even touching the intersex scale. Gender is so fucking whack, Sweet Thing.

“There’s a lot of different ways to play with it, and each person is so different. You can identify one way and present in a way that isn’t stereotypical to how you identify. And no one can tell you you’re wrong. Because you’re not.”

Steve was studying the drawing with wide eyes.

“Pronouns?”

“Like how I was assigned male at birth, and identify as male, so I use he/him pronouns. People along this scale can use whatever pronouns feel best. Some people use they and them so that they aren’t being gendered, and there are other gender neutral pronouns, like ze/zir and ve/ver.”

“But I mean, they is like, it’s plural.”

“Nah. They has always been used as a gender neutral pronoun. Plus, if it feels best, it can mean whatever the fuck you want it to.”

“So I could, I could like, be a them.”

“If that feels good.”

“Use it for me. Let me see.”

“Okay, um, I was laying in bed with my significant other, Steve and they were asking me questions about gender identity and expression. Afterwards I made them a cup of tea and cuddled them all night.” Steve’s eyes opened back up.

“Bill, that’s, fuck, that’s it.”

“They?”

“They. That felt, it felt good. I didn’t, I don’t even know.” Billy squished them tighter to himself.

“I’m glad, Baby.”

“So, does that make me nonbinary?” Billy just looked at them.

“Does it? You tell me, Sweet Thing.”

“I think so. Nonbinary. So like, maybe transfem? But I think I would be more agender”

“If that’s what’s true. You can call yourself nonbinary and leave it at that, or you can take as many labels as you feel fit. It’s your identity. Fuck with it as you see fit.”

Steve was worrying their lip.

“And you don’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m not, not a guy.” Billy pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“‘Course I don’t min. You’re still you. You’re gender doesn’t matter to me at all. As long as you’re happy and comfortable and safe. That’s what matters to me.”

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Steve needed to tell the party.

They spent so much time with the gaggle of kids, and kept getting fucking misgendered. Not that it was their fault, they didn’t know Steve was using different pronouns now.

“Look, I know those little Gen-Z’ers aren’t gonna care. I mean they see me in makeup and dresses and shit all the time, but this feels, big.” Billy was driving them over to the Byers’ place where all the kids were waiting. “But, but what if they take it wrong. What if they just think I’m this confused girl or something. Or they say I need to make up my mind.” Billy reached over to grab their hand.

“If they do, I’ll punch ‘em out. One by one. Fuck them kids.”

But they all took it so fucking well, it was actually anticlimactic.

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious you don’t conform to a gender binary.” Dustin hadn’t even looked up from their campaign as Steve fucking came out. “But like, thanks for telling us. And trusting us. You’re pretty brave I guess.”

Steve rolled their eyes.

“Thanks. You’re all so sweet and sensitive. I was shitting myself on the way over, and none of you are even fazed.”

“Yeah, I saw this coming.” Lucas rolled one of his dice.

“Do you want to do it again? We’ll all pretend to think you’re disgusting and call you a freak or something. Would that be better?” Mike had a challenging look on his face. Steve just slumped into the couch.

“No. Whatever. It’s fine.” They were actually pouting.

“What, you wanted like, a Lifetime movie moment? Where we all cry and say that we love you regardless and pretend we literally all didn’t see this coming?” Mike rolled his eyes.

“I mean, a little pomp and circumstance would be nice. Accepting myself and coming out to you all was a bunch of breakdowns in the making.” Dustin threw himself dramatically onto Steve’s lap.

“Oh! Oh, Steven! My sweet dear loved one! This is shocking news! But my love for you will never crumble! If anything, it is fortified!” Steve just laughed and shoved Dustin off their lap.

“Brat.”

-

“Can I just get a cheeseburger and fries?” The peppy waitress was twirling her ponytail, batting her eyes at Billy like Steve wasn’t right fucking there.

“Of course. Anything else for you?” She pat her eyes. Billy just blinked at her, completely dead-eyed. He gestured to Steve.

“Sorry, Girl. Didn’t see you!” She tried to laugh it off. Steve’s blood went cold.

“I’ll get the same please.” Her eyes widened at the sound of Steve’s voice, still deep, still masculine, despite the light blue dress, the pretty makeup.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll get that right out for you boys.” She shot away, embarrassed. Steve let their head fall onto the table.

Billy ran his fingers through their hair.

“Two for the price of one misgenderings.” They muttered into the table. Billy was gently scraping his nails into their scalp. “That was like getting kicked while down Jesus.”

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that. I’m sorry I can’t totally understand how shitty it makes you feel.” They sat in silence for a moment until Billy tugged on their hair as the waitress approached with their food. She set it down cautiously.

“Could we get some ketchup, please. And they’re gonna want mustard.” Steve smiled weakly at him, they way he overemphasized using they.

“Um, of course. Anything else?”

“Could you grab them another water?” It was just less than half-full, but Billy couldn’t be stopped.

The waitress just blushed, filling Steve’s water and placing ketchup and mustard on their table with a little enjoy.

“Bill, she didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, but she still did. And I wanted you to stop feeling invalidated.” Billy shoved the burger in his mouth.

Steve just smiled at him, told him he ate like a pig.

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The bell above the door was somehow extra loud when Billy shoved his way through.

Or maybe Steve was just extra in tune with the specific way it jangled as he swaggered inside, smirking at Steve, his eyes sharp.

They did this every day.

Billy would come in, they would flirt back and forth, Billy would lick over his teeth, say something like why don’t you meet me at the quarry tonight, Pretty Boy, and Steve would panic and come up with some lame excuse why he couldn’t, Billy’s face would fall, and he’d slink back out.

“Why don’t you just go out with him?” Robin huffed as Steve watched Billy retreat. “I know you’re jonesin’ for him.”

“Because, because he’s gonna want stuff if we go out. Stuff I can’t, can’t give him.” They had already had this conversation, on the bathroom floor of the Starcourt Mall, drugged nearly out of their minds.

She had told him about Tammy Thompson, the deep feeling she got low in her gut when she thought about other girls, other women.

And he hadn’t understood, told her he had never felt that. He loved looking at beautiful people, loved holding hands and going on dates, but never felt that urge, that want.

And she had just shrugged, said that’s okay. That if someone was right for him, loved him as they should, they wouldn’t force something he didn’t want.

“Maybe you could talk to him? See if, if maybe he doesn’t mind that you can’t give him that.” Steve just shook his head.

“You’ve heard the rumors. He’s not goon want me once he, once he finds out that I’m broken.”

Robin’s eyes flashed.

“You are not fucking broken. Stop saying that about yourself. You’re normal and good and just fucking great the way you are, and if someone doesn’t love you enough to make you feel that, then they don’t deserve you.”

-

Billy was back.

He leaned over the counter to tug on the back of Steve’s work vest.

“Hello, I’d like to rent a video. For my family.” He smiled brightly at Steve when he turned around, gum rolling around in his mouth. After getting possessed, after getting that thing burned out of him in the sauna, his lungs weren’t quite the same. He could usually be found with wads of bubblegum in his cheeks, shoving more in when he got another craving for a cigarette.

“I think I can help you with that. We are called Family Video for a reason.” RObin audibly groaned from the back room.

“Well, anything ticklin’ your fancy these days? You could come watch it, watch it with me.” Steve’s stomach dropped.

“Sorry, Billy. I got, I got to drive Dustin tonight, his mom took an extra shift and-” Billy huffed.

“That’s fine, Harrington. I get the fuckin’ message.”

Billy stomped out the door, shoved himself through. Steve panicked, was rounding the counter before he even realized what he was doing.

“Billy, Billy wait.” He reached Billy just as he was opening his car door in the lot behind Family Video. “Billy, why are you angry?”

“I get the fucking hint, Harrington. Why do you keep pretending to flirt if you don’t actually want to go out with me? You think it’s fun for me to get shot down again and again? Are you having fun playing with the queer? Playing with the fact that I fucking like you?”

“I’m, I’m not messing with you. I, I like you, but, but you don’t, you don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?”

“If we’re together, you’re gonna, gonna find out, and then you won’t like me any more.” Billy shoved another piece of bubblegum in his mouth.

“Try me.” Steve shook his head, eyes wide. “What skeletons do you got in your little fancy boy closet? You got some weird fetish or something.”

Steve made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, something like a scream with his mouth still closed.

“No. It’s the fucking opposite of that.” Billy furrowed his brows.

“The opposite, of a fetish? You think I’m not gonna like you because you like nice vanilla white boy sex? Honestly, Pretty Boy, that’s fine. That’s good, actually.” Steve stamped his foot. Billy just raised an eyebrow.

“No. I don’t like any sex. It’s just, it’s just like a chore and I don’t want it, and you’re not gonna be with me because I’m high maintenance, and you don’t get anything out of dating me.”

“Relationships aren’t just about sex, Steve. If we were, were together, I would get to be with you, I would get to love you. That’s fucking enough.”

“But I, I I just don’t feel that way. Like, I don’t think I ever have. I just, I’ve only had sex because I, because that’s what I’m supposed to do. Like, I’m a teenage boy. I should be raging with fucking hormones.” Billy took a small step closer to him, put his hands on each of Steve’s elbows. He spat out his wad of bubblegum, tightening his grip on Steve.

“Sweet Thing, I don’t fucking care about that. About any of it. We can be together and never have sex. I got two hands. I’m fine.” Steve smiled weakly. “As long as you’re happy, and comfortable, and safe, I’m good.”

Steve nodded at him.

“Can I kiss you?” He was searching Steve’s face. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I like kissing.” Billy smiled at him, discreetly looking around before leaning forward, leaning in.

He kept it soft, just a slow press of their lips. 

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How about Billy or Steve sucking on a blow pop? And the other gets very flustered.

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Steve really didn’t want to hold a grudge against a lollipop. He really didn’t want to be jealous of a piece of candy. What does a blow pop from the gas station have that he doesn’t? A sweet flavor that lasts for an hour, maybe? No, he’s got that too, it’s not special..

Steve feels silly as he stares at his boyfriend, who is currently smacking his lips around a grape blow pop. It was twenty five cents and worth every penny, according to Billy. Steve supposed that he had missed his chance to tell him that he had something a hundred times better for the other boy to suck on. Whatever.

Billy looked completely unbothered by the world as he licked and sucked on the candy, swallowing purple spit noisily. Billy ate candy like a whore, Steve thought bitterly as he shifted uncomfortably. What was he supposed to do? Not get hard? He didn’t stand a chance.

Steve stared at the bulge in Billy’s cheek where the sucker rested, licking his lips with a loud sigh. Oh, shit.

“What’s wrong?” Billy asked, shifting the candy around so he could speak, “Are you jealous? I told you to get one too...”

“Yeah, I’m jealous,” Steve said, rolling his eyes, “But not of you, you bonehead,” He teased, reaching for the white stick that poked out of Billy’s mouth.

Billy let Steve take the sucker out of his mouth and kiss his lips, licking the stickiness from the corners of his mouth. Billy met Steve’s tongue with his own, licking back playfully. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased with the unexpected turn of events. Billy slid a hand into Steve’s lap, pressing it over the growing bulge that he found there.

“How dare you give such loving head to a sucker when your boyfriend is right here,” Steve said, almost whining as he ground against his boyfriend’s hand.

“How was I supposed to know you were getting horny?” Billy defended himself, though in all honesty, he wasn’t completely innocent, “Who’s the real sucker here, Harrington?” He joked.

“Blow me, Hargrove,” Steve said back, a smile turning up his lips at the amused laugh from the boy beside him.

“Hold my candy,” Billy said, sliding between Steve’s legs with ease.

Steve grinned and sat back, popping the sucker into his own mouth. When Billy’s lips touched his aching cock at last, he sighed in relief and pleasure. Billy was going to get grape flavored drool all over his junk,but it was incredibly worth it, because no one looked prettier with a cock in their mouth than Billy Hargrove.

Billy loved sucking cock and he was pretty damn good at it. Probably from all of the blow pops, Steve thought. He watched Billy smooth his hair away from his face as he sucked on the head of Steve’s cock. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned, licking at the slit as though it were a delicacy. Steve groaned around the sucker and moved to help Billy get his hair off of his face. He looked so good.

“Open,” Steve said, watching Billy do as he was told submissively.

Steve rubbed the head of his cock against Billy’s purple tongue, spreading precome on his lips and around his mouth as he teased himself. Billy looked like he was in heaven, flattening his tongue with a soft moan. Steve shuddered and fed his dick back into Billy’s mouth, watching plump lips close around him again.

Billy took him in deep at his own pace, carefully taking each inch into his throat. He swallowed around the entire length, careful not to push his own limits. Steve was patient, breathing heavily as Billy did as he liked. He was aware that Billy had an oral fixation, and could often get off while blowing him. The thought that Billy could feel so good with just a dick in his mouth made him shudder, his cock pulsing in the wet heat.

Steve took the sucker out of his mouth and taps on Billy’s cheek, making the younger boy open his eyes and peer up at him demurely. Steve sighed. Don’t do that, he thought to himself, don’t look so cute, that’s so not cool.. Billy let Steve pull his cock out slowly, the hard flesh escaping his tight lips with a wet pop.

“Does it taste good?” Steve muttered, rubbing his wet dick against Billy’s burning cheek, “You like it, baby?”

“Yeah,” Billy sighed and bit his lip, rocking his hips a little from his position on the floor, “Tastes good,”

Steve groaned as Billy took him back into his mouth and sucked noisily, letting drool slide down Steve’s erection in thick rivulets as it was mixed with precome and candy. Billy used the slickness to jerk his boyfriend off, sucking the tip in his mouth with happy hums. He could tell that Steve was close.

Steve arched his back, feeling his orgasm start to build as Billy sucked him greedily. He cursed, gripping the back of Billy’s neck with his free hand. He held the younger boy in place as he came in hot spurts on his tongue, moaning pitifully as Billy milked his cock with his hands and mouth.

“Ah, ah, too much,” Steve hissed, gripping Billy’s neck with just enough pressure to get him to lay off.

Billy smirked and freed Steve’s cock at last, not even bothering to wipe his mouth before holding his hand out for his sucker.

“Gimmie my prize,” He said, voice playful as he accepted his candy back.

“That was your prize, you little brat,” Steve said, trying to calm his breathing.

Billy popped his candy back in his mouth, mischief in his eyes as he laid his cheek against Steve’s bare thigh, “Can I fuck you now?”

Steve pet Billy’s face, feeling the warmth of his blush on his fingertips, “Yeah,” He said with a soft sigh.

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soft billy™

steve is a lanky dude, right? he has long limbs, he’s tall (a fucking giraffe, is what billy likes to call him.) so of course, his hoodies and long sleeved shirts are going to be quite big on billy. even though he has more muscle mass than steve, put that sweater, long sleeved shirt on, or just a regular fucking band tee, and billy will look absolutely tiny. it blows steve’s mind, to be honest, because, well. billy likes to show his body off. he wears tight clothes, or no clothes at all. but after the fight in the mall, after he was presumed dead, he grew rather self conscious about his new scars that littered his chest.

so he wore steve’s clothes. his favorite thing to wear of steve’s were his hoodies. they were a bit too big on steve, so it felt huge on billy. (and he was so here for it.) he came to the conclusion, after a few months of being home and safe, that he likes to feel small.

steve understood that. he had to grow up so fast, he couldn’t crawl back in fear around neil, he had to puff up his chest and act strong when he felt like crumbling down. so at night, he held him close. he let him wear all his clothes, which made him look small and comfy.

like today. it was a cool day, not surprising for indiana. steve woke up before billy, per usual, but he didn’t move. he was hugging the boy from behind, his arm wrapped loosely around his middle. he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. he tightened his arm around him, pulling him closer to his body. billy let out a small huff, rubbing his nose with his sweater covered hand, before getting comfortable again.

steve leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before rolling out of bed. he walked around the bed, standing in front of billy. he crouched down, brushing the fallen strand of hair out of his eye. “baby.” he murmured. billy hummed in response. “i have to take the kids to school, i think they’re already here. do you wanna come down and say hi?”

“mm.” billy opened his eyes, rolling over on his back. “do i have to?” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair.

“no.” steve smiled at him. “max is probably here, so if you want to see her you can. but i’ll be back in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“mhm.” his eyes slipped close again, letting steve kiss his lips. billy was already asleep by the time steve left the house. and when he came back 15 minutes later, he was still asleep.

steve climbed back into bed, hovering over his boyfriend. “stevie, your feet are freezing.” billy’s eyes opened again, smiling up at his boyfriend. steve leaned down, kissing his lips gently. “and your lips.” he whispered against them, feeling steve’s hands run under his sweater to touch his sensitive, and very warm, skin.

“guess you’ll just have to warm me up then, hm?”

“i suppose.” billy sighed playfully, with a roll of his eyes. steve grinned, brushing their noses together. “but i do have to go to work.”

“noo.” steve whined, falling flat on billy. the younger laughed, wrapping his limbs around steve. “call in sick.”

so billy called in sick.

billy got out of bed after a long stretch of cuddling. he got changed into jeans and steve’s hoodie. steve was making some breakfast, hovering over the stove. the younger boy attached himself to steve, hugging him from behind, kissing his shoulder. “you’re still fucking freezing, steve.”

“guess you still gotta warm me up then, hm?”

billy grinned, reaching over to turn off the stove. he dragged steve over to the counter, pulling himself up on the counter, and spread his legs for steve to step between them. he guided steve’s hands under the large sweater he wore, shivering at steve’s touch.

“kiss me.” billy said lowly, letting out the tiniest of whimper at the force of the kiss. steve dug his nails into the skin of his hips. their tongues brushed together, sending another chill down his spine.

he felt steve’s hands move down to his thighs, picking him up. he locked his ankles around his waist. steve moved them over to the living room, settling down on the couch.

steve broke the kiss, running his thumb over his bottom lip. he slowly lifted the sweater, revealing his scarred tissue. “steve it’s-”

“if you say it’s ugly, i won’t fuck you for a month.” steve huffed, running his fingers over the scarring. billy sighed, nodding his head. steve gave him a comforting smile.

billy jerked, feeling steve’s lips on his scar over his heart. his scars still hurt. they were sensitive, and they sting, and he hates them so fucking much. he covers them up as often as he can. he doesn’t want to look at them, he doesn’t want to think about them- he just ignores them.

but steve doesn’t let him off that easy.

hence now. steve was kissing all around his rough chest, mumbling quite words in between each kiss. billy was breathing heavily, his fingers tangled in his hair.

“you look really fuckin’ cute in my clothes, you know that?” steve laced their fingers together, pinning his free hand down on the couch.

billy’s other hand let go of his hair, and traveled down his chest. “i love you.”

steve kissed him again. “i love you.”

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i am indeed making this a series of just soft billy drabbles because we ALL deserve that:)

if you have any requests, send them my way!!🤍

#80shargrove #short #harry styles fluff #domestic #soft #misc au

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(You said your inbox is empty so I'm dumping this au on you) Okay so my bud n I were talking about a news anchor au?? This is so niche but like imagine Billy and Steve being local news anchors and on live tv they'll be bickering and nearly swearing at each other between segments and all the locals think they hate eachother.. But they've actually been together for years and when they get married everyone finds out because of the last name change and all the local's minds are blown

(YOURE MY FIRST ASK PRETTY MUCH IM PREENING THANK Y O U)

Dude what the fuck though i was LITERALLY thinking about steve being a weatherman this morning. Were linked in the big brain energy. Like i love this idea youve got no clue, it is so cute. Could be them being coanchors or even steve being a weatherman and billy being a field anchor/studio anchor and i just- my heart blooms. I love both, i adore your idea. I wanna spiel about weatherman steve but ill tag you in a seperate post for that idea! Because i wanna focus on yours.

billy and steve, prettiest fucking news anchors ever, makes all the locals watch the news and even some non locals tune in JUST to see them. Like they could give a shit less about the news, they wanna see two pretty guys. Their fights though. Jesus. (It also rakes in viewers because they love the bickering.) They never full on argue on the air to save face, but there are always little jabs and remarks. And unfortunately theyve been caught in the heat of an argument when they went live by accident a few times.

Joyce and murray own the news station and theyre about to blow a gasket from the fights and the sexual tension you could cut with a knife (that only murray notices) but they have the highest broadcast views for at least 5 towns out and they just knuckle down and deal with it.

Billy and steve fighting about whats a bigger issue in the town right now, if the weather is nice, they even fight about if the fucking specials for starbucks is good or not that day. And of course they fight about whos the better newscaster. Steve is always late to work, clocking in five minutes before the have to go live everyday. Billy always tries to unbutton his shirts and defy uniform by not bringing in his ties to which steve dutifully keeps a damn spare in his office. Some of the irritation from their particular issues will leak into the newscast that day.

They just cant quit. the audience thinks its a feud, and they eat it up.

But sometimes its soft. Billy sending a jab threaded in fondness and affection steves way and steve responding in kind, and they look like theyre glowing. Playfully teasing. Billy grips steves thigh under the desk hidden away from the camera. Steve flusters. It goes on for awhile, the flirting between the fighting and one day the news starts up-

“Hello and welcome to Channel 5 news. I am Steve Hargrove-“ and billy is beaming at him and steve is all smiles and everyone is like *surprised pikachu face*

Billy likes to touch the new name tag on steves desk as he waits for him in the morning with two bagels and a kiss just for his pretty new husband.

#scratchbandicoot #drabble #fluff #misc au #soft

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Summerboy

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It started as a summer fling. Steve and Billy attended the same college and, honestly, if Steve had seen Billy around campus, he would’ve spat in his face. Not to be rude or anything, but Steve thought that Billy looked like a grade-A jackass and wasn’t really afraid of saying it, either. But Steve hadn’t seen Billy around campus—he’d seen him at the beach, all miles of sun kissed skin and a grin that showed off too-sharp incisors that made Steve’s mouth water.

He had seen him, specifically, at a beach party, and his usual faculties had been mostly obscured by alcohol at that point, so he’d approached Billy. Stumbling and a little drunk, he’d slurred how pretty Billy was, how much he’d love to feel those teeth sliding down his skin and, well. That had led to a handjob under a blanket, staring up at the stars like they were a miracle, Billy’s voice low in Steve’s ear, and Steve’s world flipped upside down.

And after that? Getting margaritas at 2 in the afternoon because they were college students on summer break and didn’t really have anything better to do than get drunk in the middle of the afternoon, sloppy kisses at sunset while sprawled in hot sand, watching Billy surf in the morning and shopping for new clothes in the afternoon with the allowance Steve’s parents gave him. After that had been getting into nightclubs too late at night and grinding on each other just to creep out the guy who had been staring at them the whole night. It had been laughter over the phone at 2 in the morning because Steve was high out of his mind on Robin’s weed and didn’t want to be alone; it was lounging at the bar with drinks in hand, betting each other to see which other guy was gay or not.

It had been fun. Very fun. But—

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#withoutmonsters #short #fluff #college au

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I kind of want to see Billy get offended on Steve's behalf. Like there is a big holiday get together and Steve cooks this huge elaborate meal for everyone and they are all joking about finding out who the catorer was and not being able to afford them. Billy, on the other hand, had to watch Steve work himself up to an almost breakdown trying to get everything ready for them all.

Steve was so proud of himself.

He had been cooking for days, slaving away in the kitchen as he made enough food for everyone for their big New Years’ Eve celebration.

Joyce had had everyone over for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Steve insisted he host the next one.

He had made a two pot roasts, perfectly cooked, a mountain of mashed potatoes, a large salad with homemade dressing, stuffing, had made spaghetti squash, a huge charcuterie board, had even made brownies and apple die and gingersnaps and homemade ice cream for dessert.

He was nearly vibrating as he welcomed everyone inside, as they cooed over the huge spread.

They sat down, Hopper and Joyce sitting at the ends of the long table in the elegant dining room.

“Steve, this is delicious.” Joyce was helping herself to the squash. Steve beamed.

“Where’d you get it all?” Mike had his mouth full.

“Oh, I actually went to the city for everything.” Bradley’s Big Buy didn’t have the exact kind of butter Steve wanted, so he had made Billy drive him out to the fancy grocery store in Indianapolis, made him wheel the cart as he smelled herbs and threw expensive cheeses at Billy.

“No, but from where?”

“Marsh Supermarket?” Steve’s brow was furrowed.

“Oh, does your family have like, a cook?”

“Not since I was a kid.” Billy raised one eyebrow glancing around the table. Apparently, everyone thought Steve was incapable of doing anything.

“So who catered?” Steve’s cheeks went red.

“Nobody. I cooked.” Dustin laughed, elbowing Steve.

“Yeah, okay, Buddy.” Steve’s face fell. Billy hated when Steve felt bad, needed to fix it right away.

“Steve spent four days making this dinner.” Billy shoved a big bite of stuffing in his mouth. “Everything’s great, Stevie.” Steve pulled a face, laughing a little at the way his cheeks were bulging.

“Nah, I don’t believe it.” Hopper grinned down the table, shooting a wink at Steve.  He was silent for a moment. The chair legs scraped loudly as Steve pushed back from the table.

“Excuse me.” He raced upstairs. Billy sighed.

“You guys, he spent days cooking all this. He’s so proud of it. I know it’s literally the easiest thing ever to make fun of him, but like, pump the brakes.” There was a muttering of sorry, Billy down the table. Joyce stood up, tossed her napkin on the table.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Billy smiled at her.

She knocked softly on the door.

“Steve?” His bedroom door flew open. He was smiling at her, putting on this act right in front of her face. Had tears in his eyes still.

“Hey, Mrs. B. So sorry about that.” She pushed him back into the room, sat him down on the bed.

“Sweetheart, dinner is amazing. Thank you.” He smiled.

“It was no problem.”

“You spent days on it. And we were all so rude. That’s not okay. And I’m sorry.” He gave a big sigh, his face finally falling out of that falseness.

“Cooking is just, it’s the one thing I’m good at. And it kinda hurt that, that everyone things I’m no good at anything.”

“It makes complete sense why that would hurt you. And we don’t think that. I think you’re great at so many things. You’re good at being kind, and compassionate. You’re good at owning up to your mistakes and holding yourself accountable. You’re good at making the people you love feel safe and happy. Just added cooking to the list.” He smiled down at the floor, his cheeks red.

“That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

“Come down whenever you’d like, Sweetheart. But we’d love for you to join us.”

He took a few moments after she left to collect himself, traipsing softly down the stairs.

“Okay, when he comes in, I want fucking smiles, I want specific compliments on the food, and I want them to be from the goddamn heart.” Billy was standing next to Joyce at the head of the table. “He worked his ass off so that you ungrateful bitches could have a nice dinner. Lookin’ at you, Wheeler.”

“What did I do?”

“You’re just pissin’ me off extra today.” Steve laughed into his hand behind the wall. “He should be comin’ soon, so happy fucking faces.”

Steve gave them a second before he came around the wall, squeezing Billy’s arm as he sat.

“Great dinner, Steve. Sorry for giving you shit about it.” Steve smiled at Mike, who was wearing that pained fake smile he often sported at the Wheeler family dinners Steve sat in on.

There was a smattering of apologies and compliments from everyone just as Billy had requested.

Steve at with one hand, holding Billy’s tightly for the rest of the meal.

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I’m so gay and useless sorry guys

Billy fucking Steve against a wall after a workout sesh. Steve coming home from work to a shitty apartment and a boyfriend pumping iron all sweat soaked and buzzed from the shitty beer he keeps buying. And Steve kinda forgets about melting ice pops and milk, drops the grocery bags right there in the hallway, clothes dropping with them, shirt and pants and Billy’s briefs (sharing is caring Hargrove, havent you heard?) all over their cramped little hallway.

And Billy sees him by the time Steve’s completely fucking naked, in their too small living room/I gotta keep my shit somewhere, do ya want my to work out in the fuckin’ bathroom or what? And weights get dropped, right there, onto a floor that’s gonna fucking break one day. And there’s a holy shit and a kiss bruising Steve’s lips, a sweat soaked, too hot body pressing him right into the nearest wall, arms caging his head in, hips rutting up against his, flimsy basketball shorts all weird against his aching, all wet and leaking, dick, Billy hard against him. And Billy fucking stinks, he does, but it’s Billy, and he’s panting from his workout and from Steve and it’s so much.

And they’ve got lube all over the place ‘cause it’s their place, a packet coming from somewhere, and Steve’s being fingered up against the wall like it’s just that easy to hold him up. To let him wrap his legs ‘round Billy, back arching off the wall when thick fingers hit just right. Fuck. And it’s all gross, all sweaty and too inconvenient and he’s so fucking gone for it, ah ah ah’s his way to an orgasm that hits him like a fucking train. Legs wrapped all around Billy’s gleaming torso, clenching and fluttering all around Billy’s pulsating dick inside a’ him.

And yeah. There’s a reason why Billy always waits with post workout showers until after Steve finds his way home.

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with one of my closest friends graduating soon here, I’ve been thinking about graduations. Thinking SPECIFICALLY about Billy being valedictorian bc we all know he’s just. fucking smart yknow? so class rank comes out and everyone’s like oh Nancy Wheeler’s gonna be valedictorian but it’s not it’s fucking Billy Hargrove. 

Then graduation rolls around and everyone’s just waiting for Billy to roll up in cap and gown and he does but he’s late, he’s got a hickey that everyone can see, and clearly doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. 

Billy didn’t even think he was that smart. But fuck if he wasn’t going to make a lasting impression on this little Indiana town. So it was all on purpose. He hadn’t shown up to rehearsal, he had spent the night with Steve Harrington drinking, and he had worn nothing but his leather jacket and a pair of jeans beneath his gown. Made sure everyone would see the hickey on his neck, even if they wouldn’t know it’s from Steve. He’s got his hair up and his cap is crooked on his head and Steve just beams at him from the crowd because of course he came to see his boyfriend graduate. His dad didn’t.

And you just know he gave the most Billy Hargrove speech and no one was ever going to forget it, even when he went back to California the same week people stopped seeing Steve Harrington around town.

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Billy thinks it might be an accident.

It has to be an accident, because no one would on purpose give him so many gifts. He’s sucking on one of them–a ginger candy–as he thinks about it, his legs kicked out over the stairs, the road his family’s house is on stretched before him, and he’s wondering why Harrington brought him ginger candies, or the lollipops before that, or the chewing gum before that. Not a lot of people talk to Billy Hargrove anymore, and Billy’s not even sure if they know why they don’t talk to him. He does know–and they know, they must know–that when people walk by him on the street, they duck their gaze.

Maybe it’s because he’s the lone survivor, the only one who made it out alive. Even when he’s telling the truth in his head, even when he owns that he’s the only one we couldn’t pretend wasn’t there, Billy’s still the only one.

The thing about being the only one is that it’s pretty freaking lonely, and people make sure that he knows it’s lonely because they don’t look at him when he walks by. Hobbles by. Whatever.

But Harrington brings him candy, two times a day, always at the same time, which is why Billy’s outside in this godforsaken Indiana heat, which is why he finds himself waiting.

Before all this, Billy Hargrove didn’t wait for anyone, but now he waits for Steve Harrington to drive down the road and give him candy.

Like clockwork, the BMW appears.

“You know, people always told me not to take candy from people driving by in cars,” Billy says, but he pushes stiffly to his feet and makes his way down the lawn anyway, leaning into Harrington’s car, his elbows on the edge of the open window. “What are you listening to? Turn that shit off,” Billy adds, but they both know he’s waiting.

“Brought you something,” Harrington says, like it’s a surprise, like this hasn’t been the whole month. Billy holds his hand out and Steve drops today’s surprise into his palm.

“Don’t you like, work,” Billy asks, but he’s opening his fingers to see what the treat is, maybe hoping for more ginger candy, maybe hoping for–well, he doesn’t know. Billy Hargrove doesn’t really wait. He also doesn’t really hope.

Only it’s not candy. Billy rolls the smooth thing over in his palm. “What is this?” he says slowly.

“It’s a pebble,” Harrington says. “From a beach.” Billy stares at it for a long time. In the car, Harrington clears his throat. “I thought we might. You know. Drive to one, sometime.”

“I’m not supposed to leave,” Billy says. Doctor’s orders. Government’s orders. Who cares.

“You weren’t supposed to die, either,” Harrington points out. 

On his tongue, the ginger candy is spicy sweet. Harrington’s car smells like cigarettes and suntan lotion. 

“All right,” Billy says, after a second. “I’m in.”

Harrington smiles. “I’ll pick you up tonight. Pack for a long vacation.”

And just like that, Billy’s waiting all over again, hoping all over again and it doesn’t really feel all that bad. It feels better than he’d thought it would, anyway.

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Two Bears, One Weasel

Jim was sipping his coffee, paper out in front of him, trying to pretend he didn’t have to leave in the next 30 minutes, when he heard yelling. He sighed, setting down his coffee and folding up the paper, leaving a hefty tip, before grabbing his hat and stepping outside. What he saw made his blood boil.

Neil Hargrove stood in front of his son, who stood in front of Steve Harrington. The man was shouting, shoving into his son’s space, and Steve looked murderous. The boy was close to making a mistake, Jim could see it in his eyes, and he walked towards the trio, Neil’s words becoming clearer as he approached.

“–I don’t give a shit what excuse you wanna make, Billy,” Neil snapped, grabbing Billy by the elbow and pulling him closer. The teen just turned his head, face set and grim. “Look at me,” Neil demanded. “I know what I saw and I warned you, you disgusting faggot–”

“Alright, Neil,” he said, looming as he approached. His anger simmered below his skin, just waiting for the chance to be let out. Neil spun around, almost lighting up when he saw Hopper. Like he thought he’d be on his side of whatever bull shit he spewed. “I need you to let go of your son.” Neil stepped back, running a hand over his hair, pretending he wasn’t just yelling abuse at his child.

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More Drabbles, this is kinda informal and shit but I just wanted to get some stuff out of this headcannon

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So uh...what if the kids hadn’t taken Steve with them after Billy beat him up? Billy wakes up a couple hours later and Steve stayed because even if he hates this guy, he wants to make sure max didn’t fucking kill him. But when Billy wakes up he’s like a completely different person. He looks so defeated and upset, but not in an angry way. He looks fucking depressed. He looks like he might start crying. Steve walks over and is like ‘you’re alive’ and Billy doesn’t even make a snarky remark to him. He sits there and slowly looks up. im sorry Harrington and this is the first time Steve’s ever heard billy say sorry for anything. Steve is really taken back as he watches Billy. He seems genuinely upset. Steve kinda sits next to him and is like

‘I was just trying to protect them’ and billy nods his head and sighs. ‘

I get it. I’m just...it’s been a really shitty night’ he says. Steve nods his head as he sits with him.

‘Why do you pick on me so much?’ Billy goes quiet for a few seconds.

‘You’ll pick on me if I tell you’ and Steve goes quiet then. He didn’t think he’d live if he picked on billy. Steve just chuckles

‘I don’t wanna fight with you Billy.’

‘Let’s make this a clean slate’ he tells him. Billy nods and they do a hand shake.

‘I pick on you because I like you Steve’ and yeah, this is probably the worst time to be telling Steve this. He just fucking beat him up. But Steve just smiles.

‘You look at me a lot. I catch you all the time’ and Billy just chuckles.

‘You’re pretty’ is all he says. Steve blushes at that, which is hard to see with all his bruising. Nancy never called him that. Fuck, has anybody been nice to him since nancy? It kinda seemed like he faded into the background of everybody’s story after Nancy. Sure, he had Dustin. But Dustin was a kid.

‘Nancy always said my hair didn’t fit me’ Steve says. Billy rolls his eyes

‘She’s fucking blind’ he mutters, oddly taking offense. Steve kinda finds it cute. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought of Billy in a kinda weird way. He guessed it wasn’t all that weird if Billy hargrove was doing the same to him.

‘You don’t like her?’ Steve asks and looks at him. Billy nods.

‘She broke your heart. She tore you down. You stopped fucking smiling steve’ Billy says. Steve hadn’t noticed that. Had he stopped smiling? Billy noticed it.

‘She called me bullshit, you know? At that party?’ Steve tells him. Billy tries not to lash out. He’s heard those same words from his father and knows how damaging they can be.

‘I don’t think you’re bullshit’ he says instead. Steve just nods, his heart picking up pace.

‘Saw a bruise on your backside last week. It looked pretty bad, what happened?’ And well, Billy has done a lot tonight. There really wasn’t any Lower he thought he could get. What was the harm if he spilled his guts for a bit?

‘My dad doesn’t like me all that much I guess’ he says and looks at Steve. Steve takes a minute to connect the dots.

‘When he doesn’t like you, you can come to my house. My parents are never home’ Steve says. It’s always hurt him that his parents are never around.

‘Heard your man was some big business man’ Billy says. Steve’s mouth sours.

‘If cheating on my mom with his interns is business than you could say that’ maybe it’s a concussion, maybe it’s how tired he is, but he figures he can tell Billy this kinda stuff. Billy nods his head.

‘My moms back in California. It’s not like I can actually meet her but...she’s there’ Billy says. Steve frowns

‘Can’t meet her?’ Billy goes quiet and Steve thinks he fucked up. Then Billy starts talking.

‘She’s dead. Been dead for a while’ he says. Steve nods.

‘I get that.’ And no, he really doesn’t. But billy seems like he doesn’t wanna hear a sorry from Steve. Billy nods and looks at Steve.

‘You kinda remind me of her. Not in a weird way.’ He says. Steve smiles at him

‘How?’

‘You’ve got a really big heart. You seem to want to do the right thing. You care when you shouldn’t’ he says. Steve just smiles

‘I would have loved to meet her Billy’ he says. Billy nods his head.

‘I look more like her’ he says. Steve nods

‘Your dad is ugly. Of course you look like her’ and Billy laughs at that. A real laugh that has Steve’s bones warming up. And for a second he can see the real Billy. How happy he can be, how passionate he can be. Steve knows now that he’s in for the long haul with this boy.

‘Wanna go get something to eat? I think the kids took your car. I can drive mine.’ Steve tells him. Billy doesn’t wanna be angry for the rest of the night. So he blows off the car Comment and hopes that max is the one driving. Steve helps him up and Billy looks at him.

‘We’re good?’

‘Yeah Billy, we’re okay’ Steve smiles. Billy’s heart races so fast he feels like he’s gonna vomit. Sure he had Tommy, but Tommy had carol. Tommy had other friends he’d known longer. Billy didn’t have anybody. But now it seemed like he had Steve. He may be getting ahead of himself, but he starts thinking about how good things are gonna he now. Steve cares about him. Steve likes him. He forgives him. And suddenly it’s like this huge air pocket dissipates in his chest and he can really breathe. Not the heavy breathing after his dad threatens his life for the sixth time, not the too slow breathing when Billy gets real sad. No. He’s breathing like he did when he was a kid, when his mom was around. He’s breathing like he’s surfing a big wave. He’s breathing like he’s driving the car for the first time. He’s really breathing again. All because of Steve Harrington.

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