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Steve should have cheated on Nancy with Billy

I mean when would he have had the time Nancy broke up with him like 2 minutes after he met Billy lmao

BUT

I do love a sloppy steve moment so imagine with me if you will:

Steve is happy in love with his girlfriend. Life is going great as far as he’s concerned. He’s at a Halloween party all dressed up dancing the night away with his girl. What could be better than this

He ends up in the kitchen at one point to get him and Nancy some more lunch. He’s still got a bounce in his step, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe he can convince Nancy to neck in the car later before she has to go home or he can sneak into her room… whichever

But then the new guy is suddenly at his shoulder, probably waiting for his turn at the punch. Steve’s all “oh hey man here you go” and makes to leave but billy starts his whole king Steve thing except this time without any venom. He’s being super flirty about it and Steve “never met a homosexual” Harrington is super confused and absolutely not picking up what Billy’s putting down so he leaves the exchange bewildered but also kinda horny for some reason… he’s probably just drunk. Whatever

Cut to Steve in the bathroom taking a piss when billy stumbles in all “oh oops my bad” like genuinely didn’t know anyone was in here but once he sees it’s Steve he goes from 😳 to 😏

Gets ESPECIALLY excited when he sees Steve’s dick is still hanging out and wooo boy that thing is impressive.

And Steve’s all awkward fumbling trying to get out like “oh yeah it’s fine I’ll just go lol” but then billy starts flirting with him again, starts talking about what a nice looking dick he has cuz billys just drunk enough to be a little too forward for his own good and Steve’s never had another guy talk about his dick outside of like locker room banter and it’s this sweaty shirtless guy with nice tits - wait what who said that - and Steve won’t lie he’s kinda getting hard about it…

So anyway cut to billy on his knees giving Steve a blowie in the bathroom that rocks Steve’s world and awakens him to some homosexual desires he previously did not have and billy sends him out back to his girlfriend and calls it’s a night

And the rest of the night Steve is thinking about billy and his mouth. Thinks about it when he’s fucking Nancy in the back of his beemer. Thinks about it the next day at school when they’re meant to be studying in the library. DEFINITELY thinks about it during basketball practice when hargroves rubbing all over him in those tight little shorts and like

Steve is NOT gay. Has never been gay. Him dragging Billy into the equipment closet after practice is just like…a fluke. An experiment to see if his drunk mind is still possessing his sober one.

But after a week of messy hook ups in janitors closets and under bleachers and the quarry on a Saturday morning steve doesn’t think he can keep blaming being drunk anymore…

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Billy's just like me FR.

#he actually does this every single day #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove

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posts about how bad billy is while he’s just there being the prettiest princess in all the land are so funny because why do you have beef with an angel

#“I want to run over these kids-” yes baby whatever you want beautiful 💕 #oh did you just give steve a concussion? it doesn't matter sweetheart you looked good doing it #did you put mascara on? it brings out your beautiful eyes #and that red shirt was so slutty btw #you should do it more often #(everything except you know)

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think faster, steve 😈

pre metalsandwich

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thinking about billy's red cheeks/ears once again

#this is my exact reaction #I want to know if he is cold so I can tuck him in and cover him with a soft blanket #squeeze him with it until he can't breathe

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thinking about billy's red cheeks/ears once again

#billy hargrove #stranger things #he's so cute I love him

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Billy carrying Steve to safety in the Upside Down for @juu-riin​!!! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE~*~**~*!**!**~*~*!*

(clean version + close up under the cut!)

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Billy is aggressive. Just not in the way Steve thought.

They're on the couch, a little tipsy after a few cans of beer. Billy's close and his mullet's a mess. Steve can't resist, just lets his hand wander. He's stroking Billy's hair, slowly scratching his scalp. Holding his breath the whole time.

Billy moves. Steve stops. Billy knocks his head back against Steve's hand. He makes a noise, almost a growl.

"Don't you dare to fucking stop," he grumbles.

Steve hides his grin and does as he's told. He knows Billy will deny it all in the morning.

It's a pattern, Steve notices. He shows Billy affection, Billy demands it and then pretends it never happens.

Steve likes to cuddle. Billy does, too, but of course he can't just ask for it.

"Stop tossing around," Billy groans, when they're in bed for like two minutes and Steve was just getting comfortable.

He doesn't complain though, because there are Billy's arms around him, pulling him closer. Billy snores into his ear and it's somehow easier to fall asleep.

When he's at Dustin's and his cat rubs against his leg, demanding ear scratches until she gets bored and fucks off, Steve can't help to see the similarity.

"You're a cat," he tells Billy, when his boyfriend sits on the kitchen counter and waits for him to finish making dinner. Steve never thought he would get bullied into making spaghetti with meatballs, because Billy can't say he likes it like a normal person.

Billy scrunches his nose. "I'm not a pet."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Sure, you're way too dangerous for that. Get down, you know the rules."

Billy scoffs at him, but gets from the counter.

Later, when they're in bed and Billy's draped all over him, Steve scratches him behind his ears. Billy's chest rumbles. He purrs.

Steve grins. He's so right.

#CUTEEE 🥹🥹🥹 #billy's never beating the cat allegations #harringrove

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OH THANK YOU TO WHOEVER SENT ME THIS 🥹♥️♥️♥️ it's so nice!

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Welcome to the HG Café. The most family oriented café in Hawkins...no, I don't believe it either.

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Wanna send a treat to someone and continue to spread the love? Order Here

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this is a really silly art suggestion BUT the way you draw characters makes my soul and my eyes so happy that i decided to put it out there anyway lol. my favourite character is Angela and i rarely see any fanart of her — your style is so fitting for her soft features and it would be so cool to add to my small fanart collection skfjdkd

i realise i sound like a troll and i totally get if you don’t want to because im probably the only person who would wanna see it, but i swear im being serious

stranger things writers ate with Angela’s character design, actually

I hope this makes your soul happy today 💗

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Harringrove Commission for @letshargroovetonight ! Once again it’s for Harringrove for Australia !!

Thanks for your donation \o/ They wanted Billy being shy ‘cause of Steve smooching him!

I love that every comm I got for them are super soft and cute! Thank you !!!

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kiss 🥰

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OUTBROTHERED chapter 5: Billy gets more than he bargained for when he elects to drop off the catering at a local tech convention.

Reblogs are appreciated! <3

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easy, tiger. steve had said to him, taken billy’s shaking hand from his belt buckle and pressed his lips to the bruised knuckles. we’ve got plenty of time. put billy’s hand back to his own side, before reaching around him for the door knob to his bedroom.

billy kept eye contact as he walked backward with steve matching his steps, keeping them close till the backs of billy’s knees hit the bed. he landed with a soft oof, fingers immediately knotting into the ridiculously fluffy covers while steve stood over him. and oh. oh, billy wanted to touch.

so he reached out his hands but steve - steve backed away toward the door.

billy heard the distinctive click and grinned, more than eager for the real fun to begin. stripped the shirt steve had made him sweat through earlier.

steve himself remained where he was for a long moment. arms folded tight across his broad chest, back against the locked door. didn’t do anything, didn’t even say anything.

so billy kicked off his dirt covered boots. stripped off his gym socks and threw them right at steve’s face. he caught them before they could make any sort contact. held on a second before shoving them into his back pocket with a hint of a smirk.

and now billy was becoming a little more impatient with him.

well? whatcha waiting for, pretty boy? marriage? taunting. that was their language. usually got things moving along to billy’s pace.

absolutely not, b. steve replied with a firm shake of his head, a little grimace. good.

well then-

lie back, lemme just look at you.

and that was more like it. letting somebody look? he could do that, even preened at the attention. so he complied easily. sinking into the hideous and cloudy soft covers, hands coming behind him to just hang lax over the edge of the bed. all stretched out like a jungle cat. steve came closer then; gazed down at him and hummed a little, more to himself than anything as he stepped between billy’s open thighs and leaned down to stroke a finger over the raised, tender cut on billy’s cheekbone.

you think he’s teaching you to be a man, billy. but he’s not. he’s just. hurting you. i don’t want you to go back there tonight. then steve’s eyebrows knit together into an expression that makes billy’s stomach churn and his mouth turns down in a way that he wishes to never be the cause of.

i have to go back. if he doesn’t face his demons tonight he’s afraid he never will. and his mother, oh-

no, you don’t. you don’t have to go.

he’ll kill me. us. billy can’t have that. not steve. never steve. never - no - he sits up, churn in his stomach turning into a full on crashing wave. tastes his breakfast again. tastes seawater and gritty sand and-

no, b. he’s never gonna lay a hand on you again. steve has a knee on the bed between his thighs, one big warm hand on billy’s untouched cheek the other digging firmly into his hip.

how can you say that, steve? what can you do? you’re just a kid. he’s- he’s so much more than you. than me. he’s bigger and he’s stronger and-

and i’ve fought worse, trust me. steve’s eyes are hard. billy doesn’t want to believe there is anything out there worse than neil hargrove. but looking into steve’s eyes again, now seeing the fear and the fight and the grief. he does. he believes. and it terrifies him like nothing has before.

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Seven hours. Seven more hours and Billy would have escaped scot-free. At 5am, Steve was due to arrive at Billy’s bedroom window, help him silently transfer all his worldly possessions to the Camaro, drive back to Steve’s and add his belongings, and they’d be off to California. He’d never have to see Neil again if he so chose. And he certainly wouldn’t choose.

Things have a funny way of not working out for Billy though. Seven hours away from freedom and Neil has him pinned against his bedroom wall, Billy’s savings and a note from Steve in his fist. It isn’t even anything scandalous, just a little doodle of the Camaro driving into the sun, with the words Can’t wait to break free underneath. Steve had slipped it into his hand when he dropped Billy off after a date two nights before.

Billy had stowed it in a little box under the passenger seat of his car where he kept his savings. He didn’t dare leave things like that in the house for fear that Neil would find them, find him out, but even careful as he was, he was still pressed against his bedroom wall, Neil using words and knuckles in equal measure to try to assure that Billy would never break free.

As if thieving every dollar Billy has to his name before tearing him down to nothing wasn’t enough, five hours from freedom, Billy wakes up on his bedroom floor caked in his own blood to find his keys but no car in the driveway, no escape route, no hope.

No hope except one. The one ray of light left. So three hours away from freedom, he’s leaning against the side of a phone booth, blood smearing all over it, waiting for that ray of light to appear in the dark. He wonders if anyone will question what happened, or if they’ll just shrug and move on, easier to forget than think about what horror may have occurred here.

Suddenly 2am isn’t three hours away from freedom. It’s headlights blinding him as they approach in the dead of night. It’s Steve helping him up and into the Beemer, fussing over his bruises, kissing his knuckles, crusted with dried blood from the one good hit he got in. It’s worrying his split lip between his teeth, tasting the fresh copper seeping onto his tongue. It’s Steve driving past the now leaving Hawkins sign hours earlier than planned, a different mood filling the car than the celebratory one they’d anticipated when they’d hatched this scheme.

His escape may not be what he imagined, but it’s an escape nonetheless. His whole world is in the drivers seat next to him, hand gripping his own. He lets out a cry, of pain, of madness, of giddiness, he’s not sure. It surprises even him as it rises out the window into the early morning air. He’s free.

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i still think the funniest stranger things fandom moment will always be when billys scene in season 4 aired and we were all like "somethings up... thats not his ass..."

only to have it later confirmed it was in fact a body double because dacre couldnt be on set with sadie

cia should hire us

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Billy hargrove got a single grain of unconditional kindness and gave his life to save the person who gave it to him.