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Lucas doesn’t really know what to make of Billy Hargrove.
When he first saw him, he thought he was Max’s playboy brother. Some hotshot with an attitude. After the night at the Byers, he thought he was terrifying. A ball of red hot rage with his eyes set on him. Billy Hargrove seemed like a bull, and Lucas was wearing all red.
Now, he’s not sure.
Now, Billy seemed less like a bull and more like a big, wounded dog. Barking and snapping his teeth when aggravated but walking with a heaviness in his shoulders. Dark circles under his eyes and wobbly with his new cane. Max spent most of her time out with Billy walking leisurely, casually, like she didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he couldn’t keep up like he used to.
Lucas joins them sometimes, only because if he doesn’t, he rarely gets to see Max at all. She’s taken to being his caretaker, even if Billy growls at her to knock it off some days, gritting his teeth around aches and pains.
Lucas gets to hang out with Max alone more when Steve takes up the mantle of keeping Billy company. He seems pretty huffy about it at first, but there’s a strange air around them as time goes by. Like they’re slowly melding into one person, one entity. Much like how Robin and Steve were RobinandSteve these days, joined at the hip, Billy and Steve were becoming BillyandSteve. One was rarely seen without the other.
Lucas was pretty sure Steve was the only one allowed to physically touch Billy when he was off in his own head or out of breath, whether from panic or physical exertion. Max would get her hand chewed off if she tried.
There’s a softer, heavier side to Billy Hargrove these days, and Lucas isn’t sure how to feel about it. There’s a big difference between the scary, looming shadow of Billy from that night at the Byers, or his time possessed, and this wounded, tired version. A Billy that wears cashmere sweaters to cover his scars and stay warm (I hate the fuckin’ winter, he spits once to Max, ignoring Lucas’ presence as per usual, I can’t stand the cold anymore.) and lives alone in an apartment paid for by the government to keep his mouth shut.
Lucas’ lungs burn as he steps off the court. It’s just practice, he’s still sitting on the bench, but he’s working towards getting off it. He’s praying for it.
The click of the cane is what alerts him of his presence. It’s a strangely familiar sound now, one that gets slotted into the Billy Sounds part of his brain, next to the grunt the guy makes that’s almost a laugh but not.
“You’re not half bad, Sinclair. Almost as good at Steve was.” It’s still weird, hearing Billy call Steve by his first name. Harrington had sounded like a taunt, a challenge, now…Steve sounded like a good natured tease. Fond, like he was talking about his favourite song.
Lucas really doesn’t get Billy Hargrove.
“I don’t know if Steve played dirty, but he told us you did, so I don’t think you can judge how good he was.” It’s not a jab so much as a defence on Steve’s behalf. Max loves her brother, a complicated kind of love that hurts some days and feels great others, but Lucas loves Steve.
He loves Max too. It’s the only reason he’s trying to see Billy the way she does.
Billy laughs at his words. In the past, he thinks the man may have scowled or sneered or laughed at him instead of what he said.
“He’s just mad I was better. It’s fine, he can beat me now.” He leaned heavily on his cane with a weary sigh and stares at Lucas a long moment. “Can we talk, Sinclair?”
His expression gives little away and it makes Lucas’ hackles rise subconsciously. He looked down at the basketball in his hands, fidgeting with it as he tossed it back and forth between his palms.
“Can this wait until after I’ve showered or…?” He placed the basketball in the trolley of other balls, wanting to put off the inevitable.
Billy sighed, reaching up to scratch at his brow.
“It’s a bad pain day, honestly, I just wanna sit and get this sorted so I can go back home and kick my feet up before someone hounds me about pushing my limits.” He rolled his eyes and Lucas had a good idea who that someone was.
He wiped his sweaty palms against his shorts and shrugged.
“Yeah, okay.” Billy manages a small smile, but it feels disingenuous with the way he tilts his chin down and turns around with it, hobbling his way over to the benches. Most of everyone had scattered to shower and head home.
Billy made to sit and gave a grunt, seeming to struggle for a moment. Lucas offered his hand out of habit and Billy scowled at it. With his lips tightly pursed and a tinge of sweat on his brow, he glared up at Lucas. Lucas thinned his own lips self consciously, prepared to drop his hand before Billy’s eyes softened and he huffed, clasping Lucas’ hand hard — his palm is clammy, a weird mix of cold sweat and hot skin — and lowering himself against the low bench with a grunt. He rested his cane across his lap and sighed heavily.
He looked worn thin already and it made Lucas feel guilty despite doing nothing wrong. Billy had made the decision to come all the way out here to talk. That wasn’t on Lucas. Billy could make his own decisions, could decide how much his body could take and how far he could go alone before needing a hand. Billy was as tough as nails as far as Max was concerned, even if Steve sometimes spoke of Billy as if he was fragile. Lucas didn’t know who was closer to the truth of it. Maybe they both were.
“Come on, sit, I’m starting to feel self conscious here.” Billy joked with a low chuckle, patting the spot beside him. Lucas took the offer, keeping his limbs closer to his centre. Not wanting to touch Billy. Not wanting to appear bigger than him even if he had been given a significant growth spurt in the past few months.
He didn’t want to appear smaller either thought, so he let himself sit up straight, even with his hands tucked between his bouncing knees.
“So…let’s talk?” Lucas prompted and Billy chuckled once more.
“Shit, where to begin?” He scrubbed a hand over his face, wiping the sweat from his (pinched) brow, the movement subtle.
There was a long silence as Billy thought, and Lucas let him. He felt sticky and gross with sweat, mildly self conscious about how he might smell, but he wasn’t going to push Billy. Not just because he was volatile in the past, but because he looked like he really wanted to say this right. That he wanted Lucas to really hear him.
“…I’m sorry about last year.” Billy said finally and Lucas turned his head so quickly that he heard something in his neck crack.
“What?” Lucas furrowed his brows. “Last year?”
“A few months over a year, but close enough.” Billy shrugged, shifting in his seat to cross his arms over his chest and lay back against the benches above them. It doesn’t look comfortable, but Billy never looks comfortable. “That night. At the Byers place. I’m sorry.”
Lucas stared at him, unable to form a word. He never expected an apology, if he was honest. People rarely apologised to him in general. Especially about bullying or threats.
“Wow. This must be really for you to say. I’ve never heard you say sorry unless you were dying.” It’s snarkier than he wanted it to be and he immediately wants to hurl himself off a bridge for the comment. Billy’s gonna beat his ass with his cane for that.
Billy just laughs.
“You’re such a snarky shit, you’re just like Max.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I mean it though, Sinclair. And I know…I should have should have said something sooner.”
“Why didn’t you then?” Lucas challenged and Billy huffed, looking frustrated.
“Because I didn’t realise back then what I did was wrong.” Billy’s scowl is only deepening and Lucas is prepared to be the one he punches to let out steam. “I don’t know how much Max told you…about my dad.”
Lucas’ stomach churned.
“Not a lot. Just that he…that he wasn’t a good dad.” He can’t look at him when he says it. It just makes him think of Patrick who rocked up to practice with a black eye last week. He hadn’t been able to say anything, voice stuck in his throat, heart hammering in his chest. He wasn’t sure if anything he said would even help. If Hopper were alive…
But he wasn’t. Billy’s revival had been a miracle in itself.
“Understatement of the year.” Billy huffed a soft, bitter laugh. He licked his dry lips and continued. “That night…He smacked me around because Max disappeared. And I knew, I knew you and your friends had something to do with it. I was angry, I was looking for a fight, kid. And you…you were an easy target.” Billy admitted, a thousand yard stare in his blue eyes.
“Cause I was black, right?” Billy huffed out though his nose and half nodded his head to the side, as if he wasn’t entirely sure himself.
“It was a lotta things, Sinclair. Partially, yeah, cause you were black. My dads never favoured your ‘kind’. Nothing visceral, just underhanded comments. Casual, normal.” He rolled his eyes and Lucas’ stomach squirmed. “I had friends of all different races, Sinclair, growing up. It was California. But I knew not to bring them home unlike Max. By the time I was your age, I avoided them all together to save my ass trouble.” He sucked on his teeth, like he was annoyed at his younger selves cowardice.
“I had a friend, anxious guy who really mellowed out after a little weed. So smart but so strange in how he applied it. He knew all kinds of tips and tricks…” His expression softened into something almost sad. “He was the closest thing to an actual friend I ever had. But he was Hispanic. I never let him near my house, and at fifteen…I dropped him. Because my dad found out, and threatened to blow his head off his shoulders because he thought I was in love with him. A dirty Mexican who was stealing peoples jobs.” Billy scoffed and shook his head. Lucas tried not to visibly wince.
“So yeah. I did target you for being black. For being different. Because my dad doesn’t like different, and I grew to accept the same.” Billy shrugged. “I didn’t know any better back then, but I still did it. And it was shitty of me. You didn’t deserve that, you were a kid.” Lucas’s heart clenched, constricting tightly in his chest. He wasn’t going to cry, but he could feel the burn in the back of his eyes.
“Thanks.” Was all he could say, picking at his nails.
“And I…I was scared for Max when you kept getting so close to her, if I’m honest.”
“Scared? For Max?” Lucas furrowed his brows in confusion before huffing with a small scowl, looking away. “Let me guess, you assumed because I’m black, I’m aggressive, right? A hoodlum?”
“Surprisingly, that wasn’t why.” Billy chuckled, sardonic and rumbling low in his throat. “You know how my dads a dick?”
“Yeah…?”
Billy grinned but there was no humour in it.
“Whenever Max came back to me after talking to you, she was either upset or being secretive.” Billy reached for his pocket like he wanted a cigarette but he had been forced to quit and he looked annoyed by coming up empty handed, clicking his tongue.
“I learned pretty young, Sinclair, that boys who make girls upset, one day turn into men who will hurt those girls who have become women.” Billy turned his gaze to Lucas, his expression like steel. “You were my target that night because Max cared about you. I wanted you to stay away from her not just because you were black, but because Max, no matter how angry, can’t hurt someone she loves. And I thought, she might not fight back if you hurt her one day.” He was staring into Lucas’ very soul, the rims of his eyes growing pink as tears threatened to dampen his fierce gaze.
“I let her keep seeing you because she proved she could handle herself. But if I ever see her with a single bruise, ‘you’re dead’ won’t just be a phrase. It’ll be a promise.”
“I would never hurt Max.” Lucas can say it with intention, with purpose, because it’s true. There wasn’t a cruel bone in his body. He’d rather die than put a hand on Max. He loved her, and he wanted to make her happy, like how his father made his mother happy. He wanted Max to never want for anything. That much he knew.
“…I know.” Billy finally looked away, looking like he regretted even threatening the possibility. After a long moment of staring into nothing, Billy spoke once more.
“Max likes you. And…so does Steve. I didn’t wanna keep tip toeing around everything that happened between us. So I’m sorry. I…hope we can start fresh. Or keep doing whatever we’re doing to appease the people we care about.”
He offered Lucas his hand, an extension of — what? Friendship? Appeasement? New beginnings?
Lucas glanced at Billy, and all he saw on his face was exhaustion. He looked so much older than he was. But beneath the weariness was a sparkle of something. Like Billy truly meant this gesture, this fresh beginning, instead of feeling obliged.
Billy had to mean it, right? He wouldn’t have driven here just to talk to him, to apologise, on a bad pain day if it hadn’t been on his mind, guilt likely eating away at his inside every time he thought about their strained relationship.
Lucas hesitantly took his hand and shook it. It was still clammy and gross but Lucas smiled and Billy responded with his own lopsided one that was almost a smirk.
“Lucas Sinclair. And you are?” He offered and Billy laughed.
“Billy Hargrove. Does this mean I have to gatekeep my sister from you like a real brother now, or…?” His eyes crinkled at his own tease and Lucas laughed nervously.
“Please don’t?”
Billy only laughed again, slightly strained around the edges with his weak lungs, but it made Lucas’ muscles slowly relax. Tension seeping out of him.
For the first time, in a room with Billy Hargrove, he didn’t feel anxious.
He still didn’t understand him. Not really. He can’t put the words Steve and Max have used to describe him onto the blond, but he’s sure with time, Lucas will find his own descriptors.
Billy accepts his hand when he goes to stand, cane handling most of his weight, and Lucas feels weirdly younger than he is when he waves him goodbye.
Guys are piling out of the showers and Lucas turns to look at them, his eyes finding Patrick with ease. His bruise has mostly faded but it still twists Lucas’ gut to see.
“Hey, Patrick!” The older boy turns to look at him with surprise. Lucas wiped his sweaty palms of his shorts discreetly.
“If you’re not busy, I thought maybe we could go hang out at the arcade…mind waiting five for me to shower?” Patrick still looks vaguely surprised but then a smile curls on his lips and there’s a flash of teeth that makes Lucas’ heart leap with hope.
“Sure, little man. Sounds good.” Lucas beams and is quick to get going.
He’s not sure how he can help Patrick. But maybe just being there as an open ear might be enough for now.
#billy hargrove#lucas sinclair#implied harringrove#background elmax#disabled!billy#disabled!billy hargrove
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Have we considered Harringrove as a TMFU 2015 AU?
Billy as the grumpy, no-idea-how-to-make-friends-or-accept-affection Russian spy who lands his ass roped to an American spy for a mission. A louche, talkative goofball of an American who's an irritating blend of arrogance and disaster.
Billy who nearly breaks Steve's arm purely out of alarmed surprise the first time he goes to sling his arm over Billy's shoulder in lazy friendliness. Steve who makes it his mission to dry-ride the Russian's every last nerve. Billy who's desperately trying to just focus on the mission, for fuck's sake, Harrington. No time for games.
Steve who slowly discovers, despite Billy's rigid attempts to conceal it, that Billy is actually a pretty little babygirl who contrary to what he says, lives for American decadence. Billy who slowly discovers that Steve's a poorly concealed mess of abandonment issues and jealousy. Who comes across Agent Wheeler, Steve's lost flame, and snorts so hard is disappointed disgust he all but gives himself a nosebleed. Looks at Steve and says really? This? Her?
Billy who saves Steve who saves Billy who comes back for Steve who comes back for Billy. BillyandSteve who disobey direct orders to choose each other. To stick together.
i know not a fuck about what tmfu is but okay! why not!
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Baby Happy Birthday to you, dear!! Keep being awesome and make us happy w ur cute content and i wish u all da best ☺️💞💖💌 hope ur day been good and u had fun!
Oh my God, thank you so much, cutie!!💙💜
It really was a quiet, but such a nice day and I felt so much love💙 Thank you again!!
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Happy birthday darling 🎈🎂🎉!!! I hope everything is good and life treats u nice as u deserve 💕
thank you, darling. mwuah. <3<3
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Top 3 favourite things in Billy and in Steve?!!
IN NO PARTICULAR ODER:
-When they’re really competitive with each other even when they’re in a relationship. Fighting for dominance, marking each other up, trash talking each other, and so on.
-They can both be absolutely FIERCE at times but in different ways (Billy's an unpredictable powder keg, Steve will fight a huge monster on sight and can take a whoopin’ and keep on going)
-I really dig the city boy/small town boy contrast and I love love love exploring their different upbringings and how it affected who they are as people
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Hey hi um!!! I love ur writing SO MUCH You're AWESOME!!!!🌺🌺 Thank u for blessing us...
Thank you so much!!!
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10! favorite harringorve scene??
Posted!
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21,29,19,20,26!:D
OoOh SHit! These actually made me think a lot... Thaaaaanks babeeee
21. three songs of your childhood
Witte Rozen - Willy Alberti (my mom used to sing this to us, but it’s about a mother and child dying in childbirth and it is SO sad)(why mom? WHY?)Hungry For Love - Di-RectSo Yesterday - Hilary Duff29. three songs that influenced you most (some songs change or save lives)
Truce - Twenty One PilotsBehind Closed Doors - Rise AgainstGet Better - Frank Turner
19. three songs that are your guilty pleasure
Vans On - T. MillsA Little Bit Longer - Jonas BrothersGrow Up - Simple Plan
20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one
She Had The World - Panic! At The DiscoLoveland - Milky ChanceKiss The Girl - The Little Mermaid (you are very much Ariel to me tbh)(also: Good Girls - 5 Seconds of Summer)
(these all have a very you-vibe. and i dont reeaaaaally know why :p)
26. three favourite non-English songs I already did this one ^^
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I like your blog very much too! Keep it awesome:D
What did I do to deserve you guys 😍 Thank you, your blog is awesome and I love your little stories 💕💕
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Awww thank you for the tag @hokanm!!!!T_T
the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exist in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them.
This year was a huge, huge challenge for me and frankly, by summertime, it sucked, a lot. I didn't get into the harringrove fandom until around this time and I just thought "eh, why not." Little did I know that I would meet a group of some amazing fucking people with immense talent and were so welcoming, so supportive, and so sweet. You all helped me so much so far this year (I actually wrote about "an online fandom community I'm a part of" in my holistic nursing self-care paper this semester xD) and I'm sorry I can't tag every single one of you, but know that you are all phenomenal and can't wait to hang with you more in 2021 🥰❤💚❤💚
@sarahmillercreations @prettyboyporter @hokanm @inkedplume @avalonlights @flippyspoon @rascheln @wrecked-fuse @zayacv @amikoroyai @billyandsteve @ihni @opaldraws @lazybakerart @hoegrove @adecentsizedcabbage @darkmystdrake @swankystuckup1 @saberghatz @cherrydreamer @aeon-of-neon
So sorry if I forgot you it's 1030am on xmas and I'm a couple mimosas in already T_T xx
#i love u all xx#here comes mimosa no. 3#i don't know everyone's tumblr name yet from ig and twt gomen T_T
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| a house (is a home) | (i). the keys | (ii). memories&herons | (iii). old dogs&inheritances | (iv). memorabilia | tinyplaylist |
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The kitchen’s Steve’s favorite part of the house.
It has this odd shape. Trapezoid. “Fuck, Stevie, so goddamn weird”. Doesn’t make sense in a, on the other hand, perfectly rectangular house (or, well, it does but, they’ll only find out about that later). The cabinets are ceiling-high. The tiles of the wall white and cracked under the repeating pattern of light mint-green-stemmed, yellow-petaled lilies. The whole backdoor is painted on that same shade Billy calls Ripe banana dreams, both so terribly old-fashioned and fiercely cute none of them says a word about repainting it. There’s a wooden piece, built into the farthest end of the counter. It looks disgustingly juicy and mercilessly stabbed when they move in, but Billy insists on keeping it, and sanding, and treating, and varnishing it. Manages to get it back up on shape because “Better than anyone, darling you should know what a little touch of class can make”. And for more than two weeks straight the only goal of his life is to learn to cut vegetables at high speed because “I have to live up to this level of professionalism. Impress our most un-impressionable guests”
(And, to Steve’s surprise –and probably hers– when she finally deigns to pay them a visit, his mom is, in fact, pretty much impressed.)
He learns how to make good casserole. Tries his luck with Mexican and Italian. Fails miserably with Japanese. Will never-ever admit it but, he loves it when flour ends up staining every single surface, making the biggest mess around himself when he bakes. Steve knows why it is. It’s a shared feeling. Floats up till it reaches the ceiling and bounces back down to them, heavy with the warm smell of cooking pie and cinnamon. Tastes docile and tamed like “Maybe not so much vanilla next time. Whaddaya think, babe?.” Tastes savage and daring, like the overwhelming tang of freshly squeezed lemon lingering on Billy’s tongue, when he crowds Steve against the fridge and kisses him, nibbles a shuddering laugh out of him “How the fuck are you able to even think about putting your mouth near that thing, Hargrove?. That was––ugh. That was disgusting”, “Well you know me, whatever it takes to make you squirm” leaving Steve with absolutely no option but lick the sugary dough stain over his cheek to “Cover up that foul flavor” and maybe because he wants to make Billy squirm a little too.
It’s a heart-warming, welcoming feeling. Like the vivid smells of green tomatoes and parsley and mustard sauce. Like the taste of love on Billy’s lips. The way he loses his breath when Steve kisses the sugary flavor into Billy’s mouth with his:
This place smells like home, tastes like home. Like finally, finally. Home.
It’s Billy’s favorite place, too. But Steve doesn’t think it’s just because of that. But also because maybe,
maybe.
He has also noticed that–
There’s this particular, particular moment. It happens around seven on autumns, right when the day starts to fade. It happens between six and six past twenty-eight on winters, and holds the sleepy cheeks of the newborn tulips on Steve’s garden till they fall asleep on springs, sun already sinking behind the horizon by the time both hands of the clock meet over the spiral of the eight, pointing towards infinity. And then grows bigger and bigger and bigger from there, flooding into summer: the golden sunlight seeping through the wide, double-paned window facing the backyard in an oblique angle, making the yellow flowers of the tiles look like they’re re-blooming in gold.
It’s the moment the day turns into a fire.
It’s their favorite moment in time. And in this particular, particular day of July, it happens at ten past nine.
Billy is making Spaghetti Carbonara. The kitchen is damp with the rich smells coming out of the boiling water. Mushrooms and oregano, black pepper and lime. A song is cooing at them from the radio, the beat of the drums a boneless memory of that one echoing around the quarry on faraway almost-night on a faraway July. Water rippling under the quiet sigh of the breeze. Trees cutting the liquid rays in asymmetric halves.
Billy takes off the apron. Turns the stove down.
Reaches out to Steve, fingers wavering come, come, come.
To me. Come to me. “C’mon, Harrington. Do I scare you or what?“
He has this way of looking at Steve that makes the space between them narrow, narrow: the whole unknown world. And aseptic, non-lived-in flat in downtown Florida. This tiny, tiny town. A mysteriously-shaped kitchen––
“¿Can I have this dance?”
Steve walks to him, takes his hand.
––Their bodies, pressed flush.
Inside his chest, Steve’s heart is running.
(“Can I at least have this dance, before we say goodbye?”
Mazzy Star was playing. The corner of Billy’s eye felt wet where his skin brushed against the corner of Steve’s mouth. They danced till the daylight faded, till there were teardrops falling from the night sky.
“Billy, I don’t have to––”
“Don��t, pretty boy. Don’t say it. I’ll make you stay if you do. And I can’t do that”)
They made lovelovelove on the back of Billy’s car.)
In this light, they fell in love, they fell apart. Ran away. Ran back.
Steve nudges at Billy’s chest, makes him move backward till he’s far enough to tug, draw him in between their tangled arms, hands intertwined. Steve curls himself around Billy’s back, noses at the warmth trapped between his curls. He smells like BillyandSteve, like this home, like past, like future. Like us.
Steve whispers in his ear. Three words. Billy’s neck curves towards him. An instinct. Tickled by their warmth. Steve kisses the curve of his ear. Tugs the collar of his shirt aside, bites where shoulder meets neck and up, up.
“Easy, Prom King” Billy teases, grins at him tender and wild. Knows when to use the one that gets Steve every time “Or you’re gonna make me think we’ll become picture-perfect from this magical moment onwards. A bunch of kids. White fences. You know, the whole shebang”
(Billy crashed the Camaro into a tree in the winter of two thousand and fourteen. Had left the house in a frenzy. Something happened Max wouldn’t talk about. But she was scared, so she had called,
“Find him. Please.. Make sure he’s alright”
When Steve found him, Billy was in the middle of the Brookville road, feet stumbling on the twin yellow lines, following them nowhere. So weary, so impossibly small like this: head hanging, arms wrapped around himself. A crooked shape, carrying the weight of the shadows the tall pine trees cast on his back.
So unlike him.
Steve stopped the car at his side, engine oozing steam, shaking in the icy mid-May air “Billy” he said. Low. Careful. Careful. Billy’s eyes looked wet in the moon-silver night, pupils blown, deceivingly calm, “What are you doing? This is dangerous” And Billy’s spine had bent even lower, forearms finding rest on the window frame. Leveling with Steve. Looking wasted, looking tired, but still, he flashed a grin at him, teeth-shark white, never going down if he wasn’t going down swinging. And Steve–– hadn’t known at the moment, but the blood staining his cheek, the screaming-purple mark around his eye.
Those weren’t from the crash.
“I was sleepwalking, Harrington” he said, voice dry, laugh harsh. Shrugged “Waiting for a lucky strike”)
“What does it make you think that’s not what I’m aiming for?”
(When he took Billy to his house Max was already there. Had sneaked out. “Neil will kill you if he finds out,” Billy said and she nodded, white knuckles peaking red with how hard she was gripping the handler of her bike, and Steve hadn’t seen her cry before, not ever, but her eyes were swollen and wet and,
“Are you––”
“I’m alright, kiddo. You know me. I’m always alright”
And the lie sat heavy, between them. Two lies, covering the truth. Poorly stitched. But Max had called Steve for help, so that’s what he did. Help. Sent her back home. Took care of Billy’s face. Billy’s hands. Nodded at those same lies, let them do their work while taking care of wounds he didn’t know, back then, couldn't have been for a crash. Made him spend the night.
Billy still hadn't woken up when Steve left the next day, leaving food and a note on the nightstand ‘I’ll be back soon. Stay’.
Retraced Billy’s steps down the yellow lines splitting the forest in half. To find it.
The Camaro wasn’t done yet. Howled like a wounded beast under Steve’s touch, but stayed together all the way to Donny’s garage. And Steve paid for the repairs. Covered it all up. Max has said “His dad can’t know, Steve. Can’t know. If he finds out he will--” and steve was starting to put two and two together. To realize some billy was, maybe, running away from something. Someone. When he crashed his car.
Woke Billy up when the hands of the clock met over the spiraling infinity of the eight. Seventeen hours straight of sleep and still looking like he could use a lifetime. Told him “The car will be ready in two or three days. ‘Til then, you stay'' covered his mouth with his hand. Didn't let him complain “And If whatever happened last night happens again, you take it and you run. Back here. And you stay again, ok?”
Two weeks later, Billy showed up at his door. Lit him a cigarette. Offered to teach him how to fight.
“I cannot give you back your money, but I know you don’t need that”
Made him laugh.
They spent almost the whole summer together, after that. Some days. Most nights.
Wasting time. Fighting. Joking. Driving.
Falling.
No ‘what ifs’. No promises. Just,
“Leave the light on if you can’t sleep, pretty boy. If I manage to sneak out of the Old fuck, I’ll pick you up. Promise I won’t stop kissing you until dawn. Gotta make up for what you paid for that ca, uh?”
Because Steve was gonna leave. Wasn’t gonna throw a single glance behind his back.
That was the plan.
And he did. He did. But––)
He spins Billy out. Tugs him back. When their chests bump, his laugh bursts, bubbles up. Weightless. Happy. Because all that matters to him, to them, it’s between these four irregular walls now.
And God this, this, is Steve’s favorite part.
(–ended up coming back running, hoping the love would re-stitch itself as he followed the road’s yellow lines.
Hoping Billy was the one letting his light on this time.)
Because the sun’s gonna keep on shining. They can keep on dancing in here, in their weird trapezoidal kitchen (in their house, in their home), for as long as they want. Hearts touching. Lips brushing. Bodies swaying, spinning, cutting through the golden light.
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#harringrove#and#this is the end#!!#i know is not too goo but i'm happy i finished#it#and also#i wanted to have something for this#1 year anniversary so :D#thank you again fandom#i wouldn't have make it this far without you#also! ns*w anon. i don't know if your're still around but#i published this part for you long ago#and it my head its now for you so <3#xharringrove#xfluffy
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pillow princess Steve-Before Billy Steve wasnt used to be on receiving part, because he was SO touch starved and needy to be good lover what he didnt even considered it. Billy is the one who started the thing, with his buzzing energy and adoration, telling Steve just to relax(or even tying him up if Steve was too tensed/awkward and needed some more controlling) and enjoy+constantly praising him and telling how pretty Steve is :) Billy just cant keep his hands off Steve. Or his tongue.Or his dick
yessss!! i’m pretty sure that any time billy tells steve not to move, he does until steve apologizes and settles back down and lets billy take care of him?? it’s difficult for him not to be doing something, whines because he wants to, and billy uses it as an exercise in restraint until steve learns not to be impatient and that he actually enjoys being taken care of rather then being the one to give away all his affection too fast, too quickly!!!
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STRANGER KINGS TRAILER
Video edited by @pretty-bratty, Subtitles written and produced by @strangergrove
(Sound on, it has music too!)
Spinoff Tag List:
Those on the list will be tagged with each new thing released for the spinoff. You may request to be added or removed from this tag list.
@hoegrove @a-magey @granpappy-winchester @thesummerof84 @dracula-incarnate @christinakratt @lyricalrecord @greyspilot @saltstuck @awickedplacethisis @kingsandsaints @immortalitylostandfound @imamess-andsoismyblog @grabmyboner @may-the-moon-love-me-back @bambixxblue @wickedlydevious @billy-baby @billyandsteve @baconspice @trashmouth-hargrove @lesbianferrissbueller @your-pretty-bambi @big-love-on-everything @mordantly @thinger-strang @bombshellbois @lostnoise @imyoursandthatsitwhatever @wingedbears @lovebillyhargrove @emobiscuit @hairringrovesworld @happy-rascal @truths-written-never-said @gideongrace
Chapter 1 is coming soon!
#harringrove#stranger kings#harringrove spinoff#harringrove video#harringrove edit#stranger things fandom#stranger things edit#stranger things#stranger things video#billy x steve#steve x billy#steve harrington#billy hargrove#fan video#fan edit
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Tagged by the wonderful @withoneheadlight
the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exist in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them.
So 2020 has been absolutely fuckin bonkers and if I'm gonna be honest, I don't actually remember what happened from like April-July? Like does anyone know or was that just a cosmic blackout for everyone?
Anyways tumblr has been my escape for this entire year and that's because of all the amazing people I've met this year! A huge shout out to the Harringrove fandom, y'all have seriously been my only outlet this year and I appreciate all of you!
I need to tag my pretty boy @pretty-bratty Baby I love you so much and you're single handedly the only reason I've stayed as sane as I am! Especially after summer ended! Finding you has been the absolute best thing that's happened to me this year. And I'm so thankful for you 🖤
@hartigays @harringrovetrashh @smashmouth-hargrove @greyspilot @daggers---drawn @big--yikes @prettyboyporter I know we don't talk much, especially lately but I love y'all so much and you've all individually made 2020 a better year for me and I'm really thankful for you!
@hoegrove @memes-saved-me @ihni @withoneheadlight @thinger-strang @flippyspoon @ghostofjellyfishforgotten @wrecked-fuse @laing-caster @saltstuck @awickedplacethisis @catharrington @a-magey @babysitterpng @plistommy @feralsteveharrington @pizzacast @kelpie-earnest @steve-bambi @kingsandsaints @billyandsteve @billy-baby @wickedlydevious
And I know there's more of you but honestly I'm too tired rn to remember lmao! Also so many other accounts I would have tagged ended up deactivating and I haven't heard from them!!
But anyhow, thank you all for being you and for the content you make and your support on this account and on @thesummerof84 ! To all of you and to all of my followers, I appreciate you and I'm thankful for every one of you! Happy Holidays! I hope 2021 treats you well and you succeed in everything you're striving for!
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TEASER
Doodles by me, video edited by @pretty-bratty
Spinoff Tag List
Those on the list will be tagged with each new thing released for the spinoff. You may request to be added or removed from this tag list.
@hoegrove @a-magey @granpappy-winchester @thesummerof84 @dracula-incarnate @christinakratt @lyricalrecord @greyspilot @saltstuck @awickedplacethisis @kingsandsaints @immortalitylostandfound @imamess-andsoismyblog @grabmyboner @may-the-moon-love-me-back @bambixxblue @wickedlydevious @billy-baby @billyandsteve @baconspice @trashmouth-hargrove @lesbianferrissbueller @your-pretty-bambi @big-love-on-everything @mordantly @thinger-strang @bombshellbois @lostnoise
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okay soooooooooooooooo HAPPY BDAY FOR THE BEST GIRL!!!! I wish you all the happy and beautiful things, you little peanut, many of lacy sexy lingerie, good and easy study, loyal and kind friends,warm but fresh weather, yum food and a lots of make up thingez cuz u do a very cool looks with it! Stay this positive, kind, pretty, funny, supportive sunny girl,Hilde! We all love you and gratfeul what you are in this fandom, shining like a lil diamond with your talented stuff and precious personality
OOooOOOHH Omg, you are so precious, i love yoouuu! Thank yoou ^^ Ive had a great weekend full of birthday celebrations, but now on my actual birthday i dont really have much going on. So this makes my daaaay
You are so wonderful! Thanks babe
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