#Harringrove prompt

[thissortofsorcery]

Billy doesn’t know it yet, but a lot of things in his life change because of Steve Harrington.

Billy’s hiding in the library when he overhears it. He’s ditching calculus because he can’t stand Mr. Hermann’s voice on a good day, the way the old man talks like he’s shouting, and Billy’s head is still ringing from where Neil hit it on a shelf last night because he was late getting Maxine home for dinner.

Billy would normally spend his voluntary free period smoking outside, but it’s fucking snowing today- just one more thing to be grateful about December in goddamn Hawkins, Indiana.

That’s why he’s sitting at a table that’s kind of out of the way in the library, hidden behind the biology section. He yanked out a book about the ocean to look at the pictures to distract himself until next period.

That’s when he hears them talking. Harrington and Wheeler.

“Mike says Dustin’s driving him crazy,” Wheeler’s saying softly, from across the shelves hiding Billy. “He won’t shut up about you.”

“We’ve been hanging out,” Harrington says, just as quietly, and his voice sounds like it’s coming out through a smile. Billy tries not to picture it in his mind. “He’s cool, you know, for a middle schooler.”

Harrington says it like he’s annoyed, but his tone can’t be anything but fond. It’s ridiculous. Billy’s seen Harrington driving around the dweebs Maxine’s friends with, has seen them at the arcade and at the diner, so he knows Harrington’s been hanging around them like an overgrown mother hen. Billy can’t make sense of it.

“You seem better,” Wheeler says, after a moment of silence, and there’s something hesitant about it. “Lately, I mean. Lighter.”

Harrington doesn’t answer, and Billy wishes he could see what his face looks like. He’d noticed Harrington had been looking rough since November, even after the bruising had faded, with bags under his eyes and hollow cheeks. A blank stare, like he was somewhere else in his head.

“Dustin’s a great kid,” Harrington repeats, kind of distantly. Then in a rush he says, like the words will disappear if he doesn’t get them out, “He’s been calling me in the walkie some nights. He can’t sleep either.”

“Oh, Steve…”

“So we talk a lot. About, you know… Being there for him, it helps.”

They go silent. It’s clear something happened to the kid, and to Harrington, and Billy doesn’t care- except something happened to Max, too. She’s been quiet, and spooked, since That Night. Billy wonders if whatever happened to them happened then, after they left him drugged on the floor.

“I always wanted a little brother,” Harrington cuts through the silence. Wheeler makes a soft noise like she’s listening. “I hated being alone all the time. I thought it would be like having a friend for life, you know. Then I got older, and my dad… I don’t think… I think that if I had a brother, my dad would make us resent each other,” He says, like a confession, and it sits like a stone in Billy’s stomach.

“You can’t know that, Steve…” Wheeler says softly.

“No, I know. It’s just a feeling,” Billy hears Harrington shift, then the shelf wobbles, like he’s leaning on it. “You know what my dad’s like, with me. I keep thinking, if I had a brother… He’d be comparing us all the time. Pitting us against each other. Makes us tell on each other. To make sure we were alone. I don’t know,” He huffs, and mocks himself with a little laugh. “Like you said, it’s stupid.”

Billy has to swallow past a lump in his throat. His hands are clenched into fists. It sounds a little too familiar, Harrington’s feelings about his father. Neil knows how to be an asshole too, especially about Maxine, and being a good big brother. Makes a point of disciplining Billy about it. Except all it does is make him hate Max.

“Maybe it’s not,” Wheeler says, and her voice is firm this time. Maybe she’s holding Harrington’s hand, even. “He really is an asshole.”

Harrington snorts, but it’s still a little sad, “Thanks, Nance.”

Billy sinks lower in his seat, careful not to make noise. He feels suddenly exhausted. The ringing in his head feels worse than ever.

“This is better, with Dustin,” Harrington says. “He’s awesome. And the other kids too.”

And my dad can’t touch him, he doesn’t say, but Billy hears it all the same.

Eventually, Harrington and Wheeler leave and Billy’s alone again behind his bookshelves, with the marine biology book he hasn’t looked at in half an hour. Harrington’s words don’t leave him though.

Billy knows his resentment of Max mostly comes from how his dad treats her, he’s aware enough of that. He hates that she never suffers the consequences of the shit the does, that she can do no wrong in Neil’s eyes, that she and Susan make up Neil’s idea of a perfect family and Billy doesn’t.

It hadn’t occurred to Billy that Neil could be doing all of it deliberately. This whole time he thought his dad wanted him to like Max - wanted him to be a good big brother. He never thought it could be all a part of a different game, to make him hate Max and make Max hate him.

What was it that Harrington said? To make sure we were alone.

Easy to control.

That’s what Neil likes, isn’t it.

Billy ends up ditching the rest of the day. He can’t stomach the thought of sitting in a classroom listening to teachers droning on about shit while his head’s buzzing with memories trying to reorganize themselves. This can’t be right. He can’t have gotten it this wrong. Billy’s too old to be this dumb, to fall for this shit.

A voice that sounds like his mom’s says in his mind, but your father is older.

At four, he picks up Max from AV Club and doesn’t yell at her to hurry up. He can’t bring himself to say anything, really. He drives her to the arcade when she asks and doesn’t speed on the corners to scare her, doesn’t play his music too loud. He feels kind of numb.

He can’t make himself be harsh, but can’t make himself be nice, either. He’s sure Maxine wouldn’t be receptive to it, anyway. She’s been steadily ignoring him for weeks now, since That Night.

Billy watches her go inside the arcade and thunks his head back against his seat. He doesn’t know what the fuck to do.

A couple spots away, a burgundy Beamer pulls into the parking lot. Fucking Harrington.

#Harringrove #Harringrove prompt #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #billy x steve #max mayfield #billy and max #feel free to use as a prompt for your own writing #mine #ficlet

[harringrovemicrofic]

Welcome!

New event: March 15th March prompts! (Birthday - 403)

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We want to start a monthly challenge in February, with a one-word or a short prompt and a strict world count between 400-1000 and we'll use https://wordcounter.net/ to check the final words count.

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#billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #harringrove microfic #harringrove prompt #harringrove drabbles

[inchronicpain]

what billy and steve would do once they're in california:

teaching steve how to surf (TOP PRIORITY) with lots of ribbing and cursing interspersed with challenges and laughter

very patient billy giving way to a highly entertained billy when steve keeps on falling off the board

billy showing off his Surfing Skills™ and preening under steve's impressed look

flirting ("ugh, move over, harrington. i'll show you how surfing is done here." "careful, hargrove, or your big head will weigh you down.")

billy cackling at steve when he's spooked by seaweed

steve retaliating with shoving aforementioned seaweed onto billy's face

which results in grappling and wresting on the sand

steve won

"because you cheated, pretty boy!"

"it's not my fault you're easily distracted by your dick, asshole"

short lunch break along the boardwalk, billy boasting how 'the food is better here than shithole, indiana, especially after surfing'

steve buying ice cream and billy staring because how can steve make even eating a cone so obscene???

billy and steve on a hammock together during a short break with billy laying still and rocking the hammock gently with one foot while steve is taking a nap on top of him

billy bitching to steve how heavy he was and how 'jesus christ, princess, my arm fell asleep' once steve wakes up

(but billy's still amazed and besotted how steve can fall asleep so quickly compared to how they first started sleeping together)

#i'm so soft for them #i am a puddle on the floor #sorry if it's all over the place i am sleepy #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove prompt #steve harrington #i am writing 5 harringrove fics help me #not at the same time tho #writingthyme

[cigarettesandharringrove]

just a li ficlet because I’m a sucker for some wholesome harringrove & this idea just rotted my brain all day.

Enjoy~

Billy was always used to waking up alone, hell, he grew to embrace it as the norm for himself. It was one of the most consistent things in Billy’s life, along with Neils threats, and hangovers from partying any chance he got; it all made sense to Billy, even his hookups--they’d leave before he could open his eyes in the morning. Not that he cared all that much about it, he knew it was something about him, hard to understand but easy to let go.

Billy was always used to hearing his own heartbeat, it was always fast, ready for whatever shit would go wrong--because everything always went wrong for him, his mom leaving him with Neil in California proved that. Billy had a revolving door of people in his life, they’d enter briefly see all the shameful chaos that he is and as always, they would leave him. How could he blame them? Everyone always left in the end because he was stubborn and reckless, nobody wanted to play with a broken no-good sonofabitch like him. 

Billy was always used to settling for that, so it came as a surprise and his own personal shock that he had to adjust himself to change what was hardwired into him for so long. He went from waking up alone to waking up in Steve’s house, fuck, even in Steve’s arms--somehow his head was always on the pretty boy’s chest. Every-single-fucking-time, without fail, Steve would have Billy entangled in his arms in the morning. 

Billy wasn’t keen on it at first, he found it odd waking up to warmth--fleshy warmth, the small tickle of Steve’s chest hair against his cheek that roused him from his sleep. He thought maybe it was a trick at first too, that Steve would just leave him as everyone else did after awhile, get sick of him. 

But Steve didn’t, Billy wasn’t used to just how steady and calm Steve’s heartbeats were, that’s what made his race some morning’s because how could someone make Billy feel... safe? It scared and excited him since the day they kissed, and that Steve always held him in a comfort he wasn’t ready to admit explicitly to Steve. It sounded far too cliche and sappy, calling someone home was too fucking silly to say aloud. 

Now morning meant Billy got to watch Steve, lips pouted with a small bruise from them kissing the night before, love bites covering his shoulders, and a calm heartbeat that pulsed against his ear as he laid on Steve’s chest.  

“Mmm, Enjoying the view?” Steve quipped with a lazy half smile on his lips, hazel eyes meeting Billy’s curious blues. Stretching his arms out, then resuming their original place, holding Billy. 

“Your hairy jungle of a chest? No.” Billy pokes at Steve’s chest, their morning banter was another thing he had to get used to. 

“Oh, you hurt me,” Steve lets out a chuckle as he pulls Billy into a lazy hug and directly against his chest, adding to the theatrics. 

Billy pulls away shaking his head. “Your ego maybe, Harrington.” he rolls his eyes. 

“No, you definitely hurt me,” Steve’s usual playfulness turns solemn and it catches Billy off guard. 

“Really?” Billy watches as Steve’s eyes lock with his. 

“mmhmm, right here,” Steve points to the small bruise on his lip and Billy wanted to laugh because how fucking cliche was he?  “Oh, yeah that’s a nasty bruise,” Billy couldn’t keep a straight face and Steve smiled, his eyes softening. 

“Kiss it better for me?” It came out as defenceless and sweet, but a pretty boy like Steve it always was sweet like honey. 

And Billy, he was a sucker for that, “Hmm let me see,” he nears Steve’s face keeping just far enough that it teased the guy, “You sure a kiss will help it or make it worse, hm?” 

Billy watches as Steve’s hand brushes a curl from his face, his brow furrowing into worry then his bottom lip pouts, “Please?”  

Ah, shit, who was Billy to deny a kiss from his pretty boy, really? 

He leans forward and kisses Steve’s lips, always soft, warm, welcoming--and he would be a fool to say it didn’t make him feel deliriously giddy inside. What he didn’t expect was Steve’s hand gripping the back of his head firmly, fingers tangled in his curls as he pulled Billy closer into a demanding kiss. Opening up his mouth, inviting Steve to deepen the kiss; their tongues swirling, and Billy moans loudly in response because fuck, it was hot to be reminded that Steve craves this as much as he does. And it’s consuming for Billy, he’s surrounded by Steve with all his senses; Steve’s smell, his touch, his voice, the sight of him, and the taste of him--just drowning in him and fuck, he would never get quite used to that, someone like Steve who seemed so untouchable, to being quite literally smothered by him. 

When they pull apart, Steve grins cheekily like he had won at a carnival his favorite prize, “I feel much better now, so what are you thinking for breakfast... Waffles, eggs...?” 

Billy shook his head, “Shit, Harrington, you are something else...” He rolls onto his back as he sighs, feeling a warmth in his chest right down to his toes, he had to admit he could get used to waking up like this. Safe and homely with his pretty boy, Steve. -

#harringrove #harringrove prompt #harringrove ficlet #my writing #q the groves #steve harrington #billy hargrove #wholesome headcanon #wholesome harringrove #ive got brain rot for these two to be happy #it was stuck in my head #I had to write it out #tw: dv mention #i just want them to be happy #its been forever since ive written anything #this was quick and short #all happy endings for billy in my head #and steve is his pretty boy #harringrove fic #domestic bliss #domestic hc #billy's a sap and steve is even sweeter #self indulgence time #self indulgent writing #just my brain rubbing two cells to produce seratonin #i’m trash #let me live in my filth #let it be inspo #this is me writing after so long of just writers block and life #i’ve missed this

[theladycarpathia]

Alright, so Billy isn’t totally immune to whatever bullshit is going on.

This house gives him the creeps. Like the actual heebie-jeebies, like his Grandma Lizzie used to say. There’s a strange shiver down his spine, like someone is just watching. Watching him, watching Robin, watching Steve.

But he goes down to the basement anyway. He knows Steve fucking hates it, so he volunteers. He does it everytime.

One of these days, they really need to stop splitting up for these walk-throughs. He doesn’t believe in it like Steve does but he still thinks that one of these days, they’re gonna get killed that way. Either he’ll fall through a floor or some drifter will slit their throats, because they’re still stupid kids wandering into places that they don’t belong.

The basement door swings open smoothly on its hinges and somehow that’s worse. But Billy flicks on his flashlight, turns on his camera, and heads down into the darkness anyway.

The stairs creak underfoot and Billy checks each one before he puts down his weight. But despite their age, they all hold and Billy steps down onto the concrete floor in one piece.

He’s not going to find anything down here. He’ll find junk that the Packards left behind when they abandoned the place, maybe some other stuff from previous owners. If he’s really lucky, he’ll find yet another creepy portrait of the Creels, but that’s probably going to be the scariest thing he finds today. 

#wip wednesday #NaNoWriMo #hey look i made a thing #it's the creel house fic #harringrove #harringrove prompt #Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #ghosthunters au #Billy you are going to find worse things #this is chapter 3 btw #of about 5 or 6 #friends to lovers #slow burn

[mastercherry]

Harringrove Idea before I forget!

You know the movie Dirty Dancing with Patrock Swayze? So imagine that movie has inspired a Stranger Things AU.

Here's what I'm thinking: Billy leaves Hawkins after but doesn't go too far. As much as he wants to just leave everything behind he can't be that far from Max. He wants to stay close enough to help her if she ever needs it. Maybe two or three hours away is a small little town, warm and welcoming, even to a stranger like Billy. He loves it. There's a big beautiful lake, and while it's not the sunny beaches of California, it's nice. It's home.

Across the lake, in the next town over, there's a fancy resort for the rich and elite. A summer getaway for the people who can afford it. Billy works there wherever they need him. Lawn care? Bartending? Lifeguarding? Cleaning? He does it all. He particularly likes working at the bar or in one of the many restaurants. The tips he gets? He flashes his pearly whites and the money just rolls right into his pockets. It's awesome.

He loves Friday nights though when he gets to perform with the resort band. The music is boring as shit, but the feeling of being on stage? Worth it.

It's nearing the end of summer when the Harrington's show up. And he sees Steve looking very out of place between two total strangers that Billy doesn't recognize. But they must be Steve's parents. He has his mother's nose and his dad's jawline. It strikes Billy then that in the years since he moved to Hawkins this is the first time he's actually seen Mr. and Mrs. Harrington in person.

Steve doesn't see him then, but later in the evening, Billy is able to talk with Steve who is there only as a conversation piece for his parents. They like to pretend they're a big happy family around all of their rich friends. And since Steve is still at his parent's house, working with his dad, they've dragged him along. Steve has always hated it here. But it's not so bad with Billy around.

And Billy seems to be everywhere.

Anyways, long story short, they hang out, the montage, they fall in love, they get caught. Steve's parents are NOT happy. Billy steals the final stage spotlight and finally rocks out with a song dedicated to Steve.

The end.

#harringrove prompt #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy x steve #stranger things

[italiansteebie]

anyone wanna send me prompts?

doesn't have to be harringrove 🥺

#harringrove prompt #soft harringrove #steve harrington #steven harrington centric #robin buckley #best friend robin #steve x billy

[harringroveera]

Harringrove soulmates/soulmarks AU

#harringrove #they’re two stubborn idiots who won’t admit they’re soulmates #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringroveera #incorrect harringrove quotes #source: quick-otp-prompts #harringrove meme #harringrove textpost #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #harringrove edit #harringrove + text posts #harringrove memes #steve x billy #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve Harrington meme #incorrect steve harrington #billy hargrove text post #billy hargrove meme #harringrove au #harringrove soulmates au

[avalonlights]

for @billyhargrovebingo | C2: “finds a baby animal” 😌

#billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things #stranger things fanart #harringrove fanart #billy hargrove fanart #lmao i'm enjoying being a troll with these prompts #if you can't tell #ehehe #listen #it was small enough to fit in a fridge #it counts #no one said it had to be alive ;P #avalonlights art

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Angsty Harringrove idea where Billy goes missing and Steve's the only one who notices. Turns out Billy was kidnapped by someone (or something considering the Stranger Things verse), and he was completely convinced no one was coming to save him when Steve shows up to rescue him. Cue Billy becoming an emotional mess as he clings to Steve, who helps carry an injured Billy back to safety.

#inspired by the whumptober prompt #no one is coming for you #billy genuinely believing it and then steve showing up #harringrove #stranger things #stranger things au #billy hargrove #steve harrington #angst #kind of #billy deserves to be comforted

[akioukun]

for art prompts could you do this meme

with harringrove and its billy with a giant shark plushy? i'll take anything with billy and a shark plushy really if youre not down for this specific one lol love your stuff and congrats!

Idk ab you but I temp named him Mr. Snorkles. This shark's seen enough tears to fill an ocean. Thanks for the req! I loved every second of this <3

#prompt art #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things fanart

[thissortofsorcery]

Billy tried not to, is the thing. But it’s like his body has a mind of its own. It’s often like that when it comes to Harrington.

It was an accident at first. Harrington tripped just as Billy had been walking by, and his chest had crashed straight into Billy’s. The surprise of it had nearly sent them both to the ground, but Billy had managed to hold them both up somehow, grip tight on Harrington’s elbows.

He was so warm.

Billy had shoved him off, barked out a “Watch it, Harrington!” and walked away.

A month later, Billy can’t call it an accident anymore.

If Billy times it just right, he’s walking back from the nook where the vending machines are hidden just as Harrington’s walking towards them. More often than not, Harrington will trip on the uneven tile or be distracted with conversation. More often than not, he’ll bump into Billy.

Billy’s started to count down the minutes to this accidental touch everyday. He tries not to. But when the hands of the clock start inching closer to their lunch period he starts remembering it: the warmth of Harrington’s skin through his clothes. The hair on his arms when his sleeves are rolled up. The hardness of his bicep when Billy grips it to hold them both up. If he’s lucky, Steve might steady himself with a hand on Billy’s chest, right where his buttons are undone.

Billy shifts in his seat.

He didn’t use to be like this, during basketball season. Now that that’s over he finds himself looking for Harrington everywhere, hungry for a glimpse of his mop of brown hair, craving accidental touches.

Not so accidental, on Billy’s part.

Ms. Garret’s still talking about homework, at the front of the class. The clock hands are ticking, always closer to lunch, but never fast enough.

Billy’s leg bounces under his desk. The teacher’s going on about exercise sheets Billy’s not gonna turn in. He leans back in his chair, looks out the window. Casual. He’s not antsy. He’s not.

The bell rings.

Billy’s out of his seat like a shot. Harrington’s classroom is closer to the cafeteria. Billy takes large strides to the cafeteria, doesn’t stop by his locker on the way.

When he crosses the wide cafeteria doors, he slows. Tries to pinpoint where Harrington is. Like a sixth sense, he sees him a few feet behind him out the corner of his eye.

Harrington’s wearing the red sweater today, sleeves rolled up. His hair looks extra floppy. He’s talking to Wheeler, pointing to the vending machines.

Billy sets off.

It’s quick work. Shove coins in. Get soda. Watch out the corner of his eye for Harrington.

Here he comes.

Billy turns around.

One step. Two. Harrington’s sneaker catches on the broken tile of the cafeteria floor, and he crashes into Billy, a quiet “shit” murmured under his breath. Billy grabs onto him, one hand on a lean bicep, the other on a hairy forearm. Harrington gets his feet under him, but they’re still pressed close, hips nearly touching. Harrington’s hand is splayed on his chest, fingers wide, nudging under his open shirt.

“Watch it, Harrington,” Billy says. Not barks, not yells. Just says. His voice is rough, like he gargled glass. Their faces are close.

“Sorry,” Harrington mumbles, face going pink. He’s just an inch or two taller than Billy, but it feels like nothing. They’re so close. Harrington’s eyes flicker to Billy’s mouth, so quickly Billy might’ve missed it if he hadn’t been watching Harrington’s face so intently.

Without his permission, his thumb strokes Harrington’s forearm. Steve breathes in sharply.

Somewhere beyond them, someone drops their lunch tray, and the clatter lurches them apart. Like they’d never touched at all, Billy heads to the cafeteria doors, Steve continues to the vending machines.

At the threshold, Billy glances over his shoulder. He can’t help it.

Harrington’s heading back to Wheeler, Coke in hand. He sidesteps the broken tile expertly.

When Billy looks up at Harrington’s face, he’s looking back at him, with a little smirk on his face. It can’t be- Can it?

Billy shakes his head. Nah. No way Harrington would go out of his way just to bump into Billy.

He goes to his car to smoke it off.

#harringrove #Harringrove fic #Harringrove prompt #writing prompt #billy x steve #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #can you guess what tswift song inspired this #sorcery writes #mine

[harringrovemicrofic]

March prompt and I'm thrilled!

This month thing will go a little different as March is

Billy's Birthday!! So we will skip random generated prompt and go all in for celebrating his Day! I'm waiting for a year to properly celebrate his birthday so go wild! Get him sweet presents or hot dates or silly songs or mini thongs!

Mandatory: Prompt: BIRTHDAY!!!! Word count: 403 You can check your word count here https://wordcounter.net/ Optional: Song: 18 and life if you want to go sad or Make love like a man Character: Jim Hopper/Eddie Munson/Max Mayfield (can't choose just celebrate Billy's Birthday!)

Harringrove should be the center of the fic, romantic or not, smut or not, let be creative and let them explode!

Please be sure to rating your works properly, put all the trigger warnings you consider important and tag @harringrovemicrofic and use the monthly tag (harringrovemicroficmarch). Once we share your work you can enter your fic in our AO3 collection :)

Last but not least, this blog is CET based so the challenge will run from March 15 at 6.00 pm CET to April 15 6.00 pm CET (I'm sorry I'm not able to find a time converter, I'll add it as soon as I find one, please send me suggestions if you know one!)

For question or suggestions, our DM are opened, or you can write to @lorifragolina.

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove prompt #harringrove microfic #harringrovemicroficmarch

[inchronicpain]

I absolutely love:

"go home."

a soft laugh, a little bit wet at the end as if holding back tears. "... you are my home."

NOW TO MAKE IT HARRINGROVE

#harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrove prompt #i am on the Floor

[clownwix]

It's the thought that counts, Steve

#HarringroveWeek #theres no prompt for this but i wanted to share it for HG week anyway lol #yes there is audio #animatic #harringrove

[weird-an]

Jim Hopper doesn‘t know what crime he has committed to be punished like this. But that‘s what you get from being a softie and taking in another stray in.

Billy is pacing up and down in the living room, spitting insults and mumbling incoherent sentences.

”I don‘t really get what‘s happening here“, Jim admits. He leans against the kitchen counter. He has been watching the teenager for 15 minutes now. He has no idea what‘s going on.

”I… I… bought that fucking polo shirt for Steve and now his parents came and gave him the same fucking thing. I can‘t find the fucking receipt. I spend so much money on it.“ Billy is nearly screaming.

”What?“ Jim asks dumbfounded. He feels like he is missing several things here. A polo shirt? For Steve?

”Are you fucking deaf, Hopper?“ Billy groans.

His foster kid is a drama queen, Jim decides.

”Why would you buy Steve such an expensive gift?“

Billy‘s face turns crimson red.

Oh.

Jim sighs. ”Get your jacket.“

”Are you throwing me out?“ Billy stares at him, eyes wide and fearful.

Jim rolls his eyes. ”No, we‘re buying your boyfriend a Christmas present.“

”He is not-“

”Can I tell him you said this?“

”No! Please, okay, he kind of is my boyfriend.“

”Let‘s go then.“

#mariah carey has already started singing #it prompted me #harringrove #billy hargrove #hopper is the reluctant dad billy needs #hopper & billy #billy x steve