#[my stuff - harringrove]

[avalonlights]

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #max mayfield #the party #avalonlights art #stranger things fanart #harringrove fanart #found these in an old sketchbook! #i've been boxing up stuff to move #my back hurts lol #enjoy my extremely detailed rendering of the party lmao

[rockabye-billy]

Harringrove and Max meet “Addams Family Values” bacause frankly - that’s the dynamic they deserved.

#harringrove meets the addams family #incorrect harringrove quotes #billy hargrove #steve harrington #max #big brother billy my beloved #(in)correct quotes #harringrove au #source: addams family values #au #edit #my stuff #[my stuff - harringrove] #[my stuff - siblings for the win] #I just LOVE the idea of Steve coming into this family of two #and getting to know max #and being like JEEEE-ZUS #'she's literally you but smaller' #(insert Billy being proud in the distance)

[hgrve]

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #i disappear i come back i disappear again #billy is still my baby girl tho don't worry :) #i just don't have a lot of time to scroll tumblr and i feel bad just posting and not reblogging people's stuff :/ #i also have no idea what's going on in billy fandom when i'm not on tumblr #*mine

[findafight]

On the one-sided harringrove post- I feel it becomes infinitely funnier with bi steve. He likes men, just not Billy. Never Billy.

Oh yeah. When Billy fiiiirst comes to school with his music blaring Steve is head over heels for Nancy, so he might register that the guy with the Camaro and loud music has a good ass, but then billy opens his mouth and Steve is like "oh, no ass can make up for that personality." And continues with his life.

Just. Okay I like to project just a liiiiittle on Steve with him just. Not realizing his attraction to men isn't a straight thing. Like. Of course all straight people feel that way, you just kinda ignore it or don't do anything about it. So Steve is half way between being comfortable in his sexuality and being closeted to himself because buddy used Hawkeye Pierce as the blueprint of straightness.

So Billy is out here, wallowing in self hatred and internalized homophobia, hating Steve and wanting Steve and hating that he wants Steve and wishing Steve would pay attention to him enough for a hate fuck he can cry about later, and it's all very angsty. All the while Steve is just actually completely fine with thinking a dude is hot he's just got standards that include "not racist" "doesn't try to beat up kids" "hasn't made me blackout from head trauma"

Wait. Oh no. I feel an au coming on. Shit. Au where post S2 Robin hears piano coming from the band room after hours and is her curious self going "I must see who is this mysterious genius" and it's Steve. They get to talking and hanging out and all of a sudden Robin thinks they are actually good friends. Best friends. Somehow.

Cue them going to a band party together. Someone spikes their drinks with waayyyy more than they were expecting so they are blasted. Robin has to go pee but does not want to go alone so she drags Steve into the bathroom with her and makes him face away. He's like haha Woah you really had to pee. And she goes shut upppp and washes her hands but sits across from him. Steve smiles at her and gives her his speech about how amazing she is and how glad he is to be her friend (it is like March '85 so he is still not ready to get back out into dating yet). Robin tells him about Tammy. They sing. Someone slams the door open and kicks them out of the bathroom because there's a fuckin line.

They lay on the grass outside and look at the sky. Steve like. Caaaaasually mentions once having thought he was gonna marry Tommy when he was six and then realizing you just didn't do anything about those feelings and Robin's gotta shoot up going WHAT!! WHAAAT? Because it sounded like Steve coming out to her? Right after?? She came out to him??

And Steve is like yeah. Like you don't really have to? Easier to ignore it and flirt with girls who I like or think are hot. And poor Robin's brain is melting she's like please Steve I'm really drunk are you telling me you sometimes want to kiss boys? And he's like yes, obviously, everyone does. Just like everyone also wants to sometimes kiss girls. Except lesbians I guess who only want to kiss girls? And gay guys only want to kiss guy? Yeah that makes sense and straight people don't care but go for the opposite ya know?

Robin is like NO!! And calms down some and says "okay I'm telling you this because you are my friend and you just told me almost the same thing. Steve. I like girls and only like girls. That not a straight thing"

"yeah. You've said."

"but I am ninety nine percent positive that just because you like girls doesn't mean you're straight because you also like boys."

"what"

"yeah dude, I do not think this is a heterosexual experience you're describing. I'm not an expert but. Yeah.

"oh. Huh."

"yep."

"I definitely thought it was."

"your brain is so weird I'm still kind of obsessed with you."

"haha. Honestly I'm kind of obsessed with you. This is wild."

"well. At least I know you're stuck with me."

"ohhh nooooo whatever will I do with my best friend always around..."

ANYWAYS THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS is not in fact the stobin. It's actually that

Sometime probably in may, when Steve is ready to be on the dating scene again, he gets with Eddie. Robin is happy for him but also so mad because he went from "probably shouldn't act gay even tho everyone feels a little gay sometimes" to "hey Robin what would you say if I said I got a boyfriend?" In less than two months. How does he have straight AND gay game. That's not fair.

Steddie getting together is a non event. Eddie is still like ewww sports and yet somehow he made out with Steve Harrington and the next day Steve asked if he wanted to get milkshakes and throw rocks into the quarry to see the splashes. Eddie must restrain himself from thinking it's a date because he knows it's not but it'd also be the perfect date (Eddie is a simple man)

At the end of the night steve kissed his cheek and says "I had a really great time..."

Eddie just blurted "hey do you want to be my boyfriend?"

To which Steve perks up like "yes! I'd like that!"

And Eddie didn't actually think he'd get that far so he was like "neat!! See you tomorrow!" before slamming the door in Steve's face.

So they're dating and Eddie disparages sports but Steve is like haha aw you don't like watching me play? Which is sooo mean to Eddie because obviously?? He likes?? Watching his boyfriend??? Run around in tiny shorts and sometimes shirtless?? He has to reevaluate some things he supposes.

All while this is happening Billy is still on his Greatest Homoerotic Rivals shtick with Steve. Eddie notices and is like to dude...what is with Billy? And Steve just sighs. Says Billy is weird and obsessed with him and glares all the time. It's a whole thing. Billy is pissed because what is Steve, his epic rival, doing hanging around some random band geek, his sister's bitchass friends, and maybe the local dealer.

Alright. Grad happens. Yay Steve! Poor Eddie. They go to some party , hang out with people, sell some drugs, etc. Billy is unfortunately also at this party, and is like. Lazer eyes boring into Steve's back. Very annoying. At some point, he sees Steve slip away and is like this is my chance so he follows him.

Howmever he comes across Steve, his epic and totally heterosexual rival, making out with Eddie the freak Munson.

And listen this is a scary thing to be caught inna town like Hawkins, but that's not the point of this post.

So Billy goes "what the hell?"

They turn around. Billy is still spluttering.

"what are you-why would you-- with him?!" He says.

Steve raises his eyebrows, alllll cocky confidence. He smirks a bit. Drawls. "Well, yeah. I like cock, billy. Just not yours."

Because the point of this post is that Steve is a bitch.

Thank you.

#steve Harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie #anti harringrove #lol anon you got me rambling. #stranger things #robin buckley #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #anonasaurus #anti billy hargrove #tagging for both i guess hoo boy #didnt think itd turn up in the billy tag because thats the eighth tag so i guess my bad! #it was for organization and tag blocks #billy Hargrove

[weird-an]

It took Eddie a while to notice. Looking back, he's a bit ashamed. He knows all about role plays and creating characters for new campaigns.

Billy Hargrove waltzed into Hawkins, a cigarette dangling from his lip, batting his eye lashes at every skirt in his sight, charming and biting his way up to the top of the school's parody of a King's Court within days after his arrival.

Eddie didn't care, just watched from a far, a bit distracted from the curve of Billy's ass. Like everybody else.

He's a showman. It's a role Billy plays and he's a great actor. He never forgets his lines, he can improvise when necessary and he never lets his mask slip.

Only today Eddie gets a glimpse of the real Billy. He's meeting him, hidden behind trees, about to "try some shitty Midwestern weed".

Billy grins at him, white teeth sharp and shiny, a picture perfect California boy, if it weren't for the cut on his cheek and the dark shadow below it. He's wearing makeup. Billy wouldn't hide bruises from a fight, would he?

Eddie doesn't let go of the weed he just handed to Billy.

"Would you let go?" Billy huffs. "I already paid for your shit."

"What happened?" Eddie asks, fingers still clutching the plastic bag.

"I dunno what you're talking about," Billy says, voice bored, but eyes squinting a little.

"I can see the bruise," Eddie tells him.

"Jesus fuck, you sound like Steve," Billy murmurs. He freezes.

Steve.. as in Harrington? It sounds… intimate. Steve Harrington worrying about Billy Hargrove. Eddie knew Hawkins High's royal circles hook up all the time, but actually caring about each other?

Unfortunately Eddie doesn't know better and won't let go. Maybe it's the reason he sucks so much at school, always discussing with teachers and not knowing when to stop.

"Who did it?" He asks. A heartbeat later he adds, because he feels like he heard this story before: "Was it at home?"

Billy's hand trembles, still on the weed. "None of your business."

Eddie sighs. "I can show you how to hide the bruise better. Do you have the makeup with you?"

#all this ideas are yelling inside my head but i'm writing king steve smut atm so they have to wait #harringrove #billy x steve #mungrove #all coming together in a possible #harringroveson #fuck this app for hiding my drafts from me so that I have to click through a bunch of stuff to get to it #eddie x billy

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Billy can be difficult to read at times. If he isn’t actively hiding his emotions altogether, he usually reads as angry no matter the mood he’s in.

This makes it difficult to interact with him.

Unless you’re Steve.

There are very tiny details that signal what kind of pissed off Billy is at any given time — sad pissed or mad pissed.

After watching him huff and mope around the kitchen with his arms crossed, Steve determines easily that it’s the former. While this means that the issue is likely more difficult to resolve, he’s glad that his lover isn’t angry.

Last time they argued in front of company, things… escalated.

Steve realistically knows that he’s never in danger. That Billy just has big emotions and doesn’t know how to express them in healthy, communicative ways sometimes.

The kids, however, see him getting red in the face and raising his voice and think that all hell is about to break loose.

The drama of it all gives Steve a headache just thinking about it.

He pads into the kitchen just in time to find Billy solemnly closing the pantry for the umpteenth time, and fixes the blond with a soft smile.

“Hey, Stevie,” Billy sighs.

He crosses his arms and leans against the pantry door, eyes downcast as the brunet steps closer.

“Hey,” Steve coos. “What’re you over here being all bummy about, huh?”

Billy shrugs halfheartedly, brows drawing together, and the little conversation going on around the kitchen table stops.

Dustin and Mike had been discussing character concepts for their next campaign, the tabletop spread with notes and drawings and books for references.

All of that gets put on pause for a moment.

Steve keeps his focus on Billy.

“Brain stuff again?” Steve asks, voice quiet. When Billy nods after a brief moment of hesitation, he cocks his head to the side. “What spots are you feeling sad about, tubs?”

Billy huffs a laugh at the nickname, but frowns as he looks down. Just below his crossed arms, there’s the gentle pooch of his stomach. Steve follows his gaze and smiles at the sight. Moves closer and sets one of his hands on Billy’s waist, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

“Go figure it’s something that I like,” Steve muses.

“Fuck off.”

Billy’s face flushes red, and he tenses up when Steve’s touches move closer and closer to his softened abdomen.

“You’re such a hater,” Steve murmurs. He presses closer, shuffling Billy up against the pantry door with both hands on his waist as he leans into his neck. “Always disliking my favorite things.”

The blond uncrosses his arms and secures his hands on Steve’s shoulders. Doesn’t pull or push, just rests his hands there while Steve ghosts kisses over the corner of his jaw.

It doesn’t take much to smooth out the hard edges.

After all, Billy is, at his core, melted sugar. Warm honey dissolving at the bottom of a teacup. Everything soft and sweet and all too easy to overindulge on.

Steve sneaks a hand around his back, presses him away from the pantry and into an all-encompassing hug. It has Billy sighing softly once he’s wrapped up, his own arms lacing around Steve after a beat.

“I mean it when I say I like it, y’know.” Steve gives his partner a reassuring squeeze. “I know that doesn’t change how you feel about it, but I’m here to help however I can, baby. All you gotta do is ask.”

Billy holds his breath for a moment before he hides his face in Steve’s shoulder.

“I know,” he whispers.

“Mm, did you want a snack?”

“Yeah…”

“Would it be easier if I had one with you?”

After a brief silence, Billy nods. Steve gives him one last, firm squeeze before he pulls away and offers a gentle smile when he notices how glassy and red-rimmed his lover’s eyes look.

Together, they have a snack cake of Billy’s choice, and the blond’s demeanor changes almost immediately after he takes the first bite. Steve smooths a loving hand over his upper back before he ropes him into his side, which earns a little smile in return.

At the table, Dustin and Mike have returned to chatting about their concepts. No longer bothered by the display in the kitchen.

Even if no one else can read Billy, Steve’s just glad that the element of fear is withering away.

One day at a time.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #chubby billy hargrove #tw eating issues #fluff #comfort #clearing out my drafts #I haven’t been posting lately bc of Life Stuff but I wanna get back to it #ficlet #my writing

[miramelindamusings]

More flour baby :) but also little scenes with Billy-- with his mom, being an older brother, interacting with others like the school counselor and his teammate, Patrick, even if he perhaps never really opened up to them. I have a lot of feelings about Billy-I just want him to be alive, healing, and enjoying Steve’s hairy chest.

#Harringrove #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #stranger things #st #my art #my fanart #like I just want someone to have reached out to him in someway even if it was never directly spoken about or was clumsy #just someone who cared #I always imbue Billy with some of the stuff/mannerisms of my brother #the unsolicited advice and insult dynamic feels right for Billy and Max haha #I also just wanted to draw something soft and sweet where Steve looks fondly at Billy #Max Mayfield #Nancy Wheeler

[witchsickness]

the day neil leaves, max wakes up to a note on her nightstand.

it’s the end of august. her brother’s been dead for almost two months.

good riddance, the note says. makes her laugh, and that. it hasn’t happened in a while. max thinks, right on, and draws the covers over her head again. no one’s there to yell her out of bed, anyway.

a week later, she’s sitting on another bed, in another room. smaller and affordable and miserable, which is what you get for being a single mom’s offspring in indiana. her brother’s life is taking over her entire floor, tapes and books and jackets spilling out of the one box it all fits in. even in death, billy refuses to be contained.

you’re dead, max thinks, feeling like she’s being pushed out of her own life. you don’t get to do this anymore.

on the first day of school, she shows up in his jacket. it’s too hot for leather yet. by the end of the day she’s cranky, and sweat-flushed, and her nostrils are cologne-coated. instead of skating back to the trailer, she turns left.

one of them is stone, so this is bound to be pretty one-sided, but. they need to talk.

‘i miss you,’ she tells him. ‘i hate you.’

she doesn’t wait for an answer. she knows better by now.

when she finally makes it back to her room, there’s another note waiting for her, squashed under a tape. side-b, the note instructs, track 3. the colors on the cover are too bright, dissonantly happy against the earthy brown of the room. a kind of magic, the title mocks her. max closes her eyes against it, because she’s long stopped believing in good things.

she presses play. don’t lose your head, freddie sings, and max plays the song again, and again, and thinks, too late.

‘where’d you get this?’ lucas asks her the next day, turning the tape this way and that.

max fights the urge to snatch it away and hide it from everyone she’s ever loved. ‘billy gave it to me,’ she says, before her brain can catch up to her mouth. so much for keeping sane. it’s almost worth it for the horror in dustin’s eyes, and the squeak her stupid, wonderful boyfriend lets out when he throws the tape back at her, panicked.

boys. can’t even handle a teeny haunting.

what max focuses on, though, is the way steve’s eyes go comically big, and then look away. one thing max knows about steve harrington is he’s a shitty liar.

she spends the day wrapped in her brother’s jacket and claims her grief-earned place on the passenger seat of steve’s car the second the bell rings. sorrow is neat, once you get the hang of it. max has been calling shotgun for the last two months, and no one’s said a word.

the moment lucas is out of the car, she turns to steve. ‘what did yours say?’

steve chokes on his own breath, because he’s the dumbest boy in the whole world, and her brother’s taste is terrible. ‘no idea what—’

max pinches his arm, hard. ‘how did lying to my brother work out for you?’

he lets out a sigh, while rolling his eyes, while driving. sure, max is the hazard here. ‘ugh,’ he says, ‘fine,’ and makes a right towards his place.

ten minutes later, max is standing in steve’s kitchen, staring at his notes. steve’s three notes. ‘i’m his sister and i got two.’

‘it’s not a competition.’

max glares him to silence. ‘that the first?’ she asks, pointing to a napkin with the word SLUT covering what max guesses is a girl’s phone number, signed with a kiss.

steve stares at it, visibly annoyed. ‘nope. that one, then the napkin. totally uncalled for, by the way. third one appeared last night.’

thanks for keeping an eye on her, reads the first, scrawled on a post-it next to the phone. according to steve, it appeared before july was over. not even a month of being dead and billy was already bored.

it’s so painfully him. max laughs despite herself, and realizes it happens often lately.

the third note is just a doodle of a skull like the one max spent last spring making fun of her dumb brother for, except this one’s got a mullet, and an earring dangling from the hole where his left ear should be, and the words guess who scribbled on one corner.

max slaps steve’s arm to keep from crying. ‘why didn’t you say anything?’

‘say what? hey, this is crazy, but i think your dead brother is harassing me from the grave? do you know how stupid that sounds?’

‘uh, no worse than usual?’

steve gasps dramatically. ‘how sure are we you’re not just possessed by his spirit? you never used to be so mean.’

max fixes him with a look.

‘fine,’ steve sighs, throwing his stupid hands in the air, ‘you’ve always been mean.’ he nods at the notes on the counter. ‘what’re we gonna do about that?’

‘we obviously need to find him.’

‘oh, yeah? you got a map of the underworld i don’t know about?’

rolling her eyes, ‘he’s alive,’ she points out, and then, ‘wait—’

that piece of paper wasn’t there a second ago, was it? she turns it over to find lines with street names, and a big X in the middle.

‘lemme see that,’ steve says, snatching the paper from her. he bursts out laughing, and max shoves him out of the way to read the writing at the bottom of the page.

you’re both useless, it says, don’t show up without beer.

#harringrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #billy hargrove #anyone who points out a kind of magic wasnt released until '86 will be blocked on sight btw <3 #my stuff

[usaqaix]

that moment when you have to save your boyfriend from the demodogs

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #harringrove fandom #billy x steve #steve harrington art #billy hargrove art #dacre montgomery #joe keery #my art #my stuff

[chrisbitchtree]

Billy showing up at Steve’s door after a year of being lost in the upside down.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my stuff

[spaceofentropy]

It's the 30th already, here, but somewhere it's still Billy's birthday, so, happy birthday, my beloved blorbo! Here's a birthday fic for you!

"Oi, dickheads!" Steve shouts.

The rest of the group turns sharply in his direction, even Tommy, who's halfway through the door of the strip club.

"You fuckers are too hyped already," Steve says once he's sure everyone's attention's on him, "so I'm gonna remind you dickheads the rules. No touching the dancers. No being dicks to anyone. No fighting. Tips are more than welcomed but are not an excuse to touch the dancers. If I get a complaint about one of you, congrats, the asshole just won an ass-kicking and to be assigned to bathroom cleaning duties until he graduates or gets expelled from the school, whichever comes first! And don't think I can't come up with more punishments if needed. Got it?"

There's a chorus of "Aye Aye, Prez!", "Got it, mom!", a few reluctant "Yeah..."s, and even one "You're not my real dad, you can't tell me what to do!" that makes everyone laugh.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #my stuff #my fanfic #harringrove fanfiction #frat boys au anyone? #a tame one

[avalonlights]

#billy hargrove #stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove fanart #harringrove fanart #avalonlights art #just messing around with brushes! :') #i gotta get my a$s in gear for harringrove week #and then harringrove flip reverse! #so much fun stuff

[rockabye-billy]

Stranger Things meet 10 Things I Hate About You 

#stranger things meet 10 things I hate about you #incorrect stranger things quotes #billy hargrove #max mayfield #billy and max #siblings for the win #source: 10 things I hate about you #(in)correct quotes #edit #my stuff #[my stuff - siblings for the win] #big brother billy my beloved #harringrove #(well it's not technically harringrove but I wanna show it to YOU guys 💛)

[neverevan]

for a fandom that likes to point out how unfair of the kids to treat Steve like he's dumb, so many people think that he needs to be told about his own sexuality

#or is that only weird for me? #you can pry confidently bisexual steve harrington out of my cold dead hands baby #like there's no way the dude doesn't know he likes guys #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #i don't remember this being a thing in the stonathan slash harringrove era #my stuff

[ariesbilly]

More freaky harrington twins au!

-

Hawkins is ass. It’s boring and dull and Billy’s only on his second day of school and he already wants to kill himself (not that school back in Cali was any better, but at least he had his friends and a decent hook up for some good coke between classes to get him through his days).

The only remotely exciting news he’s heard since being in town are rumors of the Harrington twins, whispered about like they’re some mythical monsters meant to be feared and revered. Billy’s only met the one - Steve - and, while he certainly is pretty enough that Billy wouldn’t mind getting a double helping, he’s also not exactly as tantalizing as his reputation makes him out to be. Probably has something to do with that nerdy girlfriend of his. Unfortunate.

Maybe the other twin got all the personality. Or maybe this town is just so conservative that anyone slightly out of the norm warrants gossip (he’s sure his dad will love that).

When he slams his locker shut, he’s greeted by one of them on the other side, casually leaning against the metal like this is old routine, just two pals catching up between classes.

“The fuck you want, Harrington?” Billy doesn’t know which one it is, but doesn’t want to let in to that little fact.

Whichever twin is standing in front of him smirks, temptation, but Billy can see the venom there. Will do him in if he gets too close.

“I’ll tell you if you can guess which one I am.”

“Your mistake is thinking I give a shit what you have to say.” Billy slings his messenger bag over his shoulder and turns away. He’s got lunch and he’s starving.

Harrington’s tailing his ass down the hall, an irritating giggle bubbling from his lips as he keeps pace. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” Billy huffs, playing dumb.

“Which one I am. You can’t tell us apart.”

Billy doesn’t answer.

“No, that’s fine,” the guy continues. “We’ve been going to school with the same people since pre k and even they have difficulty sometimes. Tell you a real good way to help you learn, though-“

Billy swings around, halting Harrington in his tracks as they stand chest to chest in the empty hall. “By me bludgeoning you to death so there’s only one left?”

The threat doesn’t have the intended affect. Harrington’s eyes light up with an all to recognizable thrill. Makes Billy want to slam him against the lockers and- He’s not supposed to be doing that shit anymore. The whole reason he ended up in this bumfuck town in the first place.

“Come eat lunch with me and my brother,” he says, eyes flickering down for the briefest second to Billy’s lips.

“And why the hell would I do that?”

“Wasn’t really a request.” Harrington’s staring at him, bold, unflinching. Too confident and cocky for his own goddamn good. Has feelings stirring up in Billy’s gut he’s trying to keep buried down. “But you know you’re curious. Heard all the rumors. Wanna see what’s real and what isn’t…”

Billy ends up following him to lunch, and he’ll blame it on the fact this town has fuck else going on, and this has the potential to be the most exciting thing he’ll face.

The other twin is already awaiting them at the table when they reach the cafeteria. A scowl on his face as soon as he meets Billy’s eyes, Billy knows which one he’s looking at. Kind of impossible not to be able to tell them apart now that he sees them side by side. Maybe it’s just Billy’s presence bringing out the distinction. Makes him feel kind of smug.

“Billy, you know my baby brother Steve,” the other one announces, taking his seat next to his twin.

“We’ve had the displeasure of meeting, yes.” Billy grins, pissing Steve off further.

“The displeasure was all mine.”

“Aw, now come on, children, this is meant to be a fun play date!” Other twin says, too bright and cheery for the current tension at play. “Billy, please, sit down.” He extends his arm out towards the seat on the other side of the table. Billy let’s a few seconds pass before sitting down.

“Fantastic! See, Steven, he can play nice.”

“Fuck you,” Billy bites, but he doesn’t leave.

“He can play mean, too,” he laughs. God, this guy is something else. Probably a freak in the sack. Billy’s just getting that vibe.

“I should probably introduce myself. I’m James. Eldest Harrington-“

“By like, five minutes,” Steve grumbles.

“It’s a touchy subject for baby brother,” James stage whispers, leaning forward towards Billy. “Anyway, as the eldest, I wanted to invite you to lunch with us today because, well, to put it bluntly; you’re the shiny new toy of Hawkins and we wanted to see what you were all about.”

“I’m not a fucking toy,” Billy grits through his teeth. The last thing he needs is some rich fuck thinking he owns everything because of daddy’s unlimited credit card.

“No, no, of course not.” James waves his hand dismissively, sounding not the least bit apologetic. “You’re a person. A very attractive one. We don’t get a lot of California transplants around here, as you can imagine. So my brother and I are curious to see how you…stack up. Against the townies we’re used to.”

It feels like a set up. Every fiber of Billy’s being is telling him not to take the bait, to ignore these hicks and move on with his life because he’s already fucked up bad enough to get sent here, doesn’t want to know the consequences of doing it again.

He makes his decision, the metal legs of his chair scraping against linoleum as he pushes away from the table to stand up. “Well have fun with your fantasies about me, ‘cause that’s all you’re getting.”

He goes to leave, but is stopped abruptly by a hand on his wrist. James. Smirking up at him like the devil incarnate. Guy gives him the creeps, if he’s honest.

“Just let it go, James. He can’t hang. Wouldn’t be any fun anyway.” Steve doesn’t even look up when he says it. Is too busy picking at a loose thread on his sleeve, bored look on his face like he’s above all this.

Fuck that.

Billy’s eyes bore holes through the kid’s skull, fist clenching at his side because who the fuck does he think he is acting like he knows anything?

“Our house is in Loch Nora,” James announces, hand still wrapped around Billy’s wrist. “Sure you can figure out which one. Come by at 10. Don’t keep us waiting.”

Steve looks up then, unsmiling but clearly pleased with himself. Billy would love nothing more than to lunge across the table and make him eat his teeth.

They can fuck right off thinking he’s just gonna come crawling because they said so. The fuck does he look like?

He should leave them high and dry. Keep them waiting all night just to have the satisfaction of seeing them pissed off and blue-balled tomorrow.

He won’t. But he should.

#freaky harrington twins au! #harringrove #I’m on mobile so I’m not linking the previous stuff but like just click on the tag lol #my writing

[weird-an]

Steve doesn't know if he wants to get his bat or cry.

"What do you mean you haven't gotten a birthday present in years?" he asks alarmed. He just asked his boyfriend what he wished for.

"It's just a day," Billy says so casually as if he had said it thousand times already. "What's to celebrate anyway? It doesn't really ma-"

Steve thinks there aren't enough nails on his bat.

"We're fucking celebrating that you survived the shit at Starcourt," he nearly yells. "That you're alive."

He wants to drive to Cherry Lane right now and give Billy's dad a present on his own.

Billy puts his hand on his shoulder, brows furrowed.

"There's a new Mötley Crüe album," he finally says.

Steve feels the knot in his stomach loosen.

"Is that a wish?“ he asks.

"Not really," Billy admits. "The best present is you caring about this shit."

Steve snorts. "That's a really low bar. Of course I do."

"Watch it, that's King Steve you're talking about."

"Shut up."

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #i should organise my birthday stuff for next months already instead I‘m writing this shit