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[kiraixi]

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! 🎄❤️@harringrove-relay-race

Santa Baby ~

Billy wasn’t happy with his predicament but honestly any extra cash would do… even if it meant babysitting your crushes ex’s younger sister.

Holly was a sweet kid. Shy at first, but after becoming a frequent swimmer at his Turtle Tots classes in summer Billy’s come to know what a bubbly yet devious inside she had. Adorable baby blues not even he could say no to along with a pixie laugh when she got her way.

Here he was, standing outside the mall, about to spend his Christmas day with a five year old.

To be fair it was way better than whatever burnt roast Susan would salvage, forced to choke down undercooked potatoes with his father’s threatening glare across. Forced to match Max’s tight smile and fake gratitude as she opens her third present while he gets none. Always. Only to left alone with his asshole dad and mouse of a wife while she runs off to her nerd friends' houses, blissfully ignorant of what waits for him behind closed doors.

Mrs Wheeler stopped him a week ago. Hand on his arm caressing, asking if he could be ‘ever so kind’ and watch her youngest on such a special day. Billy doesn’t care what she deigns so important she can’t look after her own child, but from the amount of cash stuffed into his hand he’s not complaining at all.

Twenty dollars to babysit her and another twenty five to buy her a gift. He can keep the change.

Holly takes him left and right. Kinda embarrassing how this little kid knows her way round more than him. Up the stairs they go to Claire’s, receiving a few warm chuckles from the lady running the till when Holly asks him which stuffed plushie is superior.

Billy personally thinks the reindeer one is cuter. It’s called Antler Claus.

They pick up some hot chocolate and share a gingerbread cookie. Holly called the thing Hermon and then decapitated its head, handing him the torso and legs. She’s darn cute.

Tugging on the arm carrying her teddy, she points down the hall. He turns to her,

“Mm?”

“I wanna see Santa!”

“Santa?” Billy looks where she’s pointing. A Christmas set up. A tree and a couple presents laid out, theres’ a small queue of people waiting to talk to a guy in red lounged on a chair.

“Oh… Santa.”

“Yep!” She tugs him forward with the mighty force of a toddler and they line up behind, Billy squinting at that floppy brown hair under the hat. Even though the boy’s face is hidden under that ridiculous beard, Billy could recognise him anywhere.

Steve Harrington in all his glory, sweating under layers of heavy velvet, trying with all his might to sell a jolly man accent.

He can’t suppress a smirk as they walk up for their turn. Steve tries hard to not make eye contact with Billy, instead listening intently to Holly.

“Hi there little miss! Have you been a good girl for Santa this Christmas?”

She giggles, swaying back and forth on Steve’s knee, “Yes! I spent today with Billy, it was so fun! We got a rei- rain—“ She frowns at Billy.

“Reindeer.”

“Reindeer!” Shining her brilliant three teeth smile at the older boy. They both laugh at her adorable antics.

She pulls Steve’s ear in, whispering in that way only children do, loud yet secretive all the same. “Don’t tell my mummy but this is way more fun than being home.”

Steve sends him a soft smile and Billy tries with all his might to tape down that warm shakiness building in his chest. Steve tells her to grab a gift off the shelf and while she’s away for a few minutes Billy’s curiosity gets the better of him.

“What made you do this instead of..” He waves his hand around lamely, “Festivities at home.”

Steve looks down at his lap a little forlorn, “I don’t think anyone would even realise I’m gone..”

“Ah..”, that sad pout makes Billy regret asking.

The other sighs, “Well why are you not at home? I wouldn’t have pegged you getting along with Holly.”

“Well, she’s a good kid and any extra money is useful,” Billy shrugs, not wanting to get into the details of a shitty house to go back to.

Steve nods in understanding, then snorts “Well haven’t you been a good boy this year,” pats his lap like the jerk he is. “Why don’t you sit on my lap”.

Billy blushes and looks heavenward, cursing god for making his fall for this absolute dork. Holly comes to save the day. Another plushie, a penguin this time, tucked under her arm and pulls him toward the churro stand.

He looks back at Steve, questioning how much he owes for the toy. Steve shakes his head and smiles, “Don’t worry about it, maybe instead you could stop by at four? It’s when I clock off, we could hang if you're free?”

Billy looks away, face warming but not from the temperature. He tickles Holly’s side and taps her nose, “Once I put this bug in her bed I’ll come back” They awkwardly wave goodbye, Holly giggles at him and he smiles back.

This Christmas isn’t turning out to be so bad after all.

Happy holidays everyone! Please look forward to the lovely work from the next person 🎉@thatgirlwithasquid

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #christmas #harringrove relay race

[hargrove-mayfields]

Disabled Billy and Steve Week

Day 3- special interests

My prompt: Harringrove- Shared Special Interest

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One month. Billy and Steve have been living together for one month.

In that time they’ve discovered a lot about each other, things they never expected. Things like Steve hanging his jackets and sweaters in rainbow order in the closet, or Billy placing the cups in diagonal lines in the cabinet.

Only one thing had caused a disagreement, and that was about furniture covers. Billy’s ocd wanted them to avoid touching “sofa stank ass,” but Steve’s autism hated the texture of sitting on fabric on top of fabric.

Their solution was two separate chairs instead of one couch. Close enough to hold hands constantly, but separate enough to enforce their individual boundaries. Sure, it means cuddles are limited to their bed, but Billy’s on bedrest with full body aches and bouts of fibro fog usually once a week, so it works.

However, by far the most exciting tidbit they’d discovered was that they share a special interest. Games.

Video games, board games, sports- they’ve both explored the history, researched the best strategies, and played thousands upon thousands of games. DND had brought them together through mutual friendship with Eddie, while Super Mario kept their relationship on its toes.

Tonight, their choice was a little unconventional for them, a big dusty box fished from the very back of the closet. An inherited, smoke stained edition of Scrabble. If either of them and their dyslexia had realized that making a goal to play every game in the house would mean playing a spelling game, they might not have made that promise.

But, Steve already was dead set on doing it, and his dedication was not to be messed with. They were going to play that game, no matter how long it took.

Currently almost two hours and half a bag of letter chips in, it’s Steve’s turn again.

“Uhhh, I’ll spell… sunset! S-U-N.. S-E-T.”

Every chip is placed carefully, and they both double check it with the help of their Scrabble approved dictionary. At first, he’d placed them in the wrong spot, connected to a D instead of the S on the end that he meant to use, but they fixed it quickly instead of dwelling on the mistake. Billy knows Steve might cry of embarrassment if they keep the focus on his mistake for too long.

But now it’s time for Billy to have yet another go, as Steve reminds him in case he forgot again, “Your turn, Bubs! Got anything good?”

“Honestly? I have no ideas. These letters suck.” Billy grumbles, pushing the small tray that holds the letter chips away.

“You can look it up.” Steve suggests, the only way they ever agreed to go along with this game being shortcuts and technical cheats.

But Billy shakes his head, in deep concentration, “No. No, I wanna do it on my own.”

Steve gives an encouraging smile, “Take your time. I’m watching the TV over your shoulder.”

Something about the way Billy snorts says he doesn’t see that as encouragement, but instead sounds hurt, “I’m that boring, huh?”

Regretting the way he’d put it so bluntly, Steve makes sure to promise kindly, “Nope! I just like the game shows!”

It’s true too. He likes learning new words in a way that doesn’t make his brain feel like it’s on fire. And watching other people fail and struggle, even the best of the best, makes him feel a lot better about playing mostly two or three lettered words in this here game of Scrabble.

Billy’s shoulders relax with ease, satisfied that Steve isn’t annoyed with him. He does, however, quip sarcastically, “We’re so old.”

“Thirty isn’t old.” Steve hums, actually happy to be growing older instead of being trapped in the misery of his teens forever.

Growing up meant growing out of his intense self-deprecation, after leaving behind all the pain and the tragedy he’d gone through. Now in California, playing board games with the love of his life, nothing else matters.

Billy clarifies his meaning, showing to Steve that he feels the same way, and was just using an expression, “I’m not talking about literally, baby. And stop rounding up, I’m only 26.”

It’s lighthearted and they both smile, but something keeps nagging in Steve’s head. One of those old fears of his rising up despite his insistence that they don’t bother him anymore.

“We can do young people stuff.” He offers, sounding kind of upset though he doesn’t mean to let it show, “I mean, I just thought this was fun...”

Even though they’ve got a game set up, Billy leans over the small table on his elbows, and holds Steve’s hands, “Stevie. It’s great. I love these slow days with you. They make me happier than anything. I was just kidding.”

Instant relief floods Steve’s nervously twisted stomach, but just in case he asks, “You’re sure? ‘Cause we can do something else.”

It’s his fault they’re doing this. He said it would be okay. Fun even. He said they can do anything they want.

“I want to keep playing.” Billy promises, and then a real pleased look crosses his face, “I just thought of a word even.”

“What is it?” Steve brightens up immediately, leaning forward in interest.

Billy uses an ‘O’ chip already on the board to spell- “Love.”

Picking up from the look on Billy’s face, it’s not a coincidence that he’s taken to flirting through a board game. Steve blushes like they haven’t already been together for eight years. These slow times between them can be relaxing, but they’re usually days where they check in on their romance too. Rekindling the passion over a goddamn spelling game, that should, by all means, have caused Steve to panic ages ago.

It’s sweet, and it only gets better.

An adjacent ‘S’ in line with Billy’s ‘O’ and an ‘M’ further down the board makes it so Steve can spell the biggest word he’s ever played in this game, “Oh! I can use that to spell Soulmate!!”

“You got that right. I’m yours, and you’re mine.” Billy says all suavely. Steve’s literally giggling and kicking his feet, only to be shown once again through the next move just how much of a romantic Billy is.

“Matter of fact, I can use that new M to spell- Marry.”

For a moment, Steve just stares.

He’s not sure if it’s genuine or just a strategy, until Billy produces a tiny box from his pocket. It’s wooden, looks hand carved. Inside is a ring with a small ruby in a heart shape attached to a band, one he recognizes as being Billy’s mothers.

“Billy-“ He chokes. The words he’d been doing so good at freeze up. He’s used his brain so much today and now it’s failing him?

Billy is patient though, leaving the box propped open on the table so he doesn’t have to hold it and lock his wrist up, “Stevie.”

Steve swallows down his nerves as best he can, and starts to ask, “Are you..?”

“I am.” Billy finishes for him, so Steve doesn’t get too frustrated. It’s then that he starts to look nervous too. He chews his lip, a stim Steve recognizes as being an anxious one. Like he’s done something wrong by asking for something so big, “Do you want to?”

But this, this couldn’t be more perfect. A proposal through their shared special interest, a lifelong passion channeled into their love. Of course Steve wants that too. Really, he’s wanted it ever since they were teenagers, but now that they’re in their twenties, they’re finally ready for that dream to become a reality.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

~~~~~~

For todays disability organization spotlight, let’s talk about the National Fibromyalgia Association.

The NFA is a site which provides health information and resources about Fibromyalgia, a condition that is under researched and often disregarded by medical professionals as not even existing.

The information on their site ranges from self care guides, science explaining chronic pain, COVID precautions for our disorder, medication and treatment suggestions, and emotional assistance for fibromyalgia patients, among other things.

Run by doctors and fibromyalgia patients alike, the websites main goal is to spread awareness and make research accessible for everyone. When I finally received my diagnosis, I spent a lot of time here learning about little things I could do for myself to manage my symptoms. Now I use mobility aids and am in physical therapy, and my symptoms are much more managed than before.

Because fibromyalgia is such a disregarded disability, so are our foundations. The NFA is currently asking for donations, either direct monetary donations or through buying their merchandise in the online shop.

If you would like to learn more about this organization or access their information guides, you can click here to visit the site.

#disabledbillyandsteveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #autistic billy hargrove #autistic steve harrington #dyslexic billy hargrove #dyslexic steve harrington #billy Hargrove has fibromyalgia #my writing #ej writer

[sadhours]

just the two (ok maybe four) of us - part six

billy hargrove x steve harrington x original f!characters

co-written by the incredible @buckysgrace

contents: 18+ minors dni, FOURSOME!!!!, harringrove, I’ll be honest consents a lil blurry in this but steve doesn’t mind

🔅🔅🔅

“I see you two made up,” Billy smiles smugly as they walk through the door. Steve sees how the two girls are cuddled up on the couch, watching some reality show with the remnants of their food on the coffee table.

“We did,” Kim giggles and Gina jumps up to throw her arms around Steve.

“Hi, Stevie,” she purrs and Steve can almost recognize the look in her eye, so he laces their fingers and tugs her into her bedroom. He lets her push him on the bed and straddle him.

“Missed you,” she whispers, resting her cheek on his shoulder as their bodies lay flush together. Steve strokes her hair and lets her cling to him.

“Missed you too,” he says softly, “I’m pretty sore. Was at the gym.”

“Wanna nap?” she asks, “I could use one too.”

“Yes please,” Steve murmurs and pulls her closer, eyes fluttering shut as he welcomes sleep.

—

“Hi,” Kim giggled, her pouty lips curled into a bright smile as she looked up towards him, “You smell good.” She teased playfully. Billy found himself grinning in response as he wrapped his arms around her slender body. He squeezed, earning a squeal from her until he heard a popping sound coming from her spine.

“Oh God,” He gently dropped her, making a face as she sighed in relief, “What is wrong with you?” He asked, unsure of how she was constantly popping her joints. She grinned, looking a little bashful as she glanced towards him.

“It’s all the ballet I do,” She brushed him off before she leaned forward to kiss his nose, “How was the gym?” She asked, watching as he unwrapped a protein shake. It was mint flavored, which he assumed she got more for herself but he drank it anyways.

“Not bad,” Billy grinned as he tugged at the ends of her hair gently. He’s pondering about the best way to bring his thoughts forward, knowing that it could be a touchy subject, “You look like you had fun.” He smirks instead, watching the way her cheeks heat up.

“You’re the one who suggested it,” She protested softly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “I was thinking about something.” She said softly, distracting herself by playing with the strings on his shorts. He tilted his head as he watched her.

“What was that, Red?” He grinned at the childhood nickname, watching the way her lips slowly curl into a grin until she’s looking up at him again. She breathed in deeply, looking a little nervous before she spoke.

“What do you think about doing something with Steve and Gina?” She asked softly, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked up at him with a bright smile. He grumbled as he took another drink from his bottle and quickly shook his head.

“I already went to his dumb band thing.” He tried to keep from whining, but honestly didn’t want to socialize with any more people. Steve really hadn’t done bad and he really was a good singer, but Billy didn’t need him to know that.

“You said he did good,” She laughed as she nudged his shoulder, “No, not hanging out like that. Hanging out like here.” She gestured down towards the floor, like she was motioning to the apartment. He raised his eyebrow at her.

“He’s here all the time,” Billy told her, his tone coming out a bit dry, “What’s to change about that?” Kim looked a little frustrated for a moment as she licked her lips, looking like she was searching for a better way to phrase her sentence.

“Like hanging out here,” She drew out slowly, “Naked.” Her face flushed, like she was embarrassed to bring it up. He bit back a grin, thinking that she was cute for being so flustered over it.

“Oh,” Billy nodded his head, pretending like he understood, “Like a nudist party?” He tilted his head, asking the question in mock confusion. He laughed at the look of defeat that crossed her features.

“Billy,” She whined as she leaned forward, pressing her full body against his as she whined. He laughed as he moved his hands up on her small waist, “You know what I mean.” She mumbled as she hit her face in the crook of his neck. He swayed them back and forth for a moment before he gripped her chin and tilted her face towards him.

“You wanna fuck them?” He whispered softly, watching the way her hazel eyes widened as she took him in. Her body molded closer against his, sinking against his touch as her fingertips lightly dug into his sides. He observed the way her lips slowly parted as she nodded her head as they breathed in the same breath, “Little slut.” He teased, enjoying the way her body moved against him.

—

Gina sits on the couch between Kim and Billy, glancing between them with a mischievous look on her face. She pokes at Kim’s side and asks, “Did you talk to him?”

Billy snorts, “Oh, so this was your idea. I should’ve figured.”

She gasps and shoves Billy, “It was our idea. So? Whaddya say, Billy?”

The blonde purses his lips and scratches his chin, like he’s still thinking it over in his head, though the decision was made fairly quickly on his part when he saw how just the conversation about it excited his girlfriend. Gina looks at him impatiently and he chuckles before smirking, “I’m down. Question is, if your square boyfriend will be.”

Gina squeals and jumps up onto her knees, “I’ve already figured out how to ease him into it.”

“Yeah?” Kim tilts her head curiously, “How?”

“Easy. I blindfold him, sit him on the couch and we take turns sucking his cock,” Gina explains nonchalantly. Billy and Kim look back at her with wide eyes.

“Why don’t you just fucking ask the guy?” Billy argues.

Gina whines, “He’ll be too like… listen, okay. Steve’s not so adventurous. The way we have sex is like, mechanical. There’s a routine and Steve does the same three positions. If I ask him, he’ll act like it’s a big deal and something something it’s gay.”

“Maybe you and Kim should tackle this without me, first,” Billy offers, blinking slowly.

“No!” Kim quips, “I don’t wanna do it without you.”

Billy sighs, “Okay. So say we do this, what makes you think he’s not gonna freak out?”

Gina shrugs, “Call it lover’s intuition. I feel like we just plan it right, pull the blindfold off at the perfect time and he’ll already be warmed up to the idea.”

“Sounds pretty fun,” Kim grins excitedly, reaching over to squeeze Gina’s thigh.

—

“What’s the big surprise?” Steve asks as Gina leads him through the front door, blindfold already tied around his head. He’s nervous yet excited at what Gina has planned. Though she wouldn’t tell him what the occasion even is. She pulls his hand and guides him to the couch, where she pushes him gently. He sits back, welcoming her in his lap while she kisses him slowly. Gina seems really into whatever she’s got in her little head, grinding against him while they trade spit.

He relaxes a bit because this is familiar. It’s also pretty hot to not be able to see. Feels tingly in his thighs as she moves off him and pulls his shirt over his head. The thinks she gets on her knees because he can feel her arms against his legs while she rubs her hand against his crotch.

“You can’t take the blindfold off until I say it’s okay, Steve,” she purrs, “Okay?”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Steve sighs back, reaching out to touch her but she pushes his hands back to his sides.

“Stay still. Let me do all the work, okay?”

He nods, leaning his head back against the couch. Gina unties his shoes and pulls them off, biting her lip as Kim sits by her side. Billy’s standing nearby, observing them with a curious tilt to his head. Gina moves her hands to his waistband and unzips his jeans, with Kim’s help she gets them down and off his ankles. Kim’s eyes widen and she has to stifle a giggle when she sees Steve’s erection pressing against his briefs. Gina’s pretty proud of her boyfriend's size. It’s mostly why she puts up with the vanilla sex he offers.

Gina nods to Kim, grinning mischievously as she watches the slender girl tuck her fingers in the waistband of Steve’s underwear and pull them down his thighs. Gina grabs them from there and pulls the rest of the way down. When she glances back, Billy’s chewing on the inside of his lip. His head is still cocked but he’s definitely looking at Steve’s cock. Which makes Gina even more excited and she grabs onto Steve’s thighs and spreads his legs more, leaning down and licking a broad stripe up the side of his length, right along the vein. Her boyfriend moans, fingers gripping onto the couch cushion beneath him. She wraps her fingers around the base of him and swirls her tongue around his tip, still squeezing on his thigh with the other hand.

She works slowly, not wanting to rush anything. There’s still two other mouths eagerly waiting to get on him. She bobs her head a couple of times and pulls off with a loud pop, looking up to see Steve’s lips falling open as pretty sounds flood out. She turns to Kim and smiles. The redhead shyly smiles and leans in to lick against Steve’s tip, Gina’s fingers still wrapped tightly around his base.

“Jesus,” Steve pants out, arms twitching and Gina knows he’s desperate to move his hands. But he listens well, doesn’t move them an inch.

Gina shakily pulls away and stands up, letting Kim take over. She grabs Billy’s hand and pulls him a little closer, locking eyes to gauge how he’s feeling about all of this.

Kim feels a little giddy as she pushes Steve’s tip into her mouth and slowly begins to bob her head up and down his long length. She knits her eyebrows a bit, not used to how quickly Steve’s cock hits the back of her throat. She’s not able to be as quick or rough as she usually is with Billy.

Steve’s moans are soft and pretty as they fill the air and she wonders if he’s noticed anything different at all. Billy leans a little closer, slowly pulling her red hair from her face so he can get a better look at how her lips stretch around Steve’s cock. She flicks her tongue along the curve of his dick, admiring the way he shudders underneath her.

She begins to drool a bit more, gagging hard as Steve involutionary snaps his hips up with a groan. She pulls away, coughing a little bit as drool floods from her mouth. Billy grips her chin tightly, peering at her red cheeks before he’s shuffling the drool back into her mouth with his thumb. His lips descend on hers, kissing her hotly.

“Sorry,” Steve croaks out, looking flustered as he shifts in the chair, “Don’t stop.” His tone is a little desperate, making Billy’s stomach churn. Kim shoots him a desperate look before Gina is nudging him forward. He slowly pushes Steve’s legs apart a little further so he can easily slide between his knees and takes his time to reassure that Steve still doesn’t notice anything before he’s pressing his lips around Steve’s red tip.

He bobs his head slowly at first, taking his time to adjust as it’s been some time since he’s had a cock in his mouth. Steve probably has the biggest cock he’s ever seen that hasn’t been in porn either. He can’t fit all of Steve in his mouth, nor does he get as far as the other two girls but he does let the saliva mixture from the three of them coat Steve’s balls before he’s rolling them in his hand.

“Fuck,” Steve curses, making Billy’s eyes snap up as he flicks his tongue along the veins on Steve’s cock. He rolls his tongue slowly, enjoying the way Steve melts underneath his touch, “Feels so good.” Steve pants out, his chest moving harshly like it’s hard to breathe.

Kim leans up against Billy’s back, watching him curiously as her tits press up against his skin. He sends her a sly wink, feeling shivers tracing up his spine from the way her fingertips drag along his sides. She grins, pressing against the back of his head softly to watch the way Steve’s cock descends further into Billy’s mouth.

His jaw begins to ache but neither girl tries to take control again and he likes the way Steve’s hips jerk into his mouth as Kim lightly pushes his head further onto Steve’s cock. He sucks in his drool, swallowing it and earning an even louder cry from Steve. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Gina slowly creeping up towards the brunette boy. Gina tugs at the blindfold and it falls down to Steve’s lap.

His vision is flooded with a sight he’d been secretly dreaming of. Billy Hargrove with a cock in his mouth. Steve’s cock. It’s almost unbelievable, he can’t even fully comprehend it as their glassy eyes meet. All he knows is that it feels good and it’s even better to look at. He’s reaching down, pushing the discarded blindfold off his lap and getting his fingers in Billy’s hair while his hips jerk up.

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, oh my fucking god!” Steve rushes out, loving the way Billy’s lips look extra pink and swollen around his cock. The way Billy's cheek’s are the reddest he’s ever seen them. He’s a dream and Steve’s orgasm slams into him abruptly, his hips stuttering up as he shoots his load down Billy’s throat. “Ohhh fuuuck,” he grits out, not daring to close his eyes.

Steve’s trying to catch his breath when Billy pulls off, grabs Kim’s face and pulls her close. Kim opens her mouth, locking eyes with Billy and Steve makes a pathetic sound as he watches Billy spit his cum into Kim’s awaiting mouth. His softening cock twitches back to life and Gina tugs at Kim’s wrist as she sits beside her. The girls kiss, swapping Steve’s cum and when a little leaks out the corner of Gina’s lips, Kim’s licking it up.

He exhales harshly, “What the fuck?”

Gina swallows and giggles up at Steve, wrapping her hands around his calves and kissing his knee, “Good surprise?”

“Very,” he replies, moving his thumb to caress her freckled cheek. “But, uh, now what?”

Billy laughs, picking up Kim and sitting her down beside Steve, “Now this.” He pulls Kim’s dress off and starts kissing at her thighs, spreading them open. Steve watches curiously. Oh. Oh. They’re just gonna fuck right in front of him and Gina. Well, actually, that’s not that different from their usual behavior except this time, Steve’s dick is out and still hard. Luckily Steve doesn’t have to panic for much longer because Gina’s grabbing his face and kissing him while she climbs up into his lap. Kim begins moaning beside him and he can hear how sloppily Billy’s eating her out. It makes his ears feel hot. He kisses Gina back eagerly, grabbing her dress and lifting it up. They break the kiss so he can take it off of her, exposing her naked body. Steve guffaws, making Gina giggle before she’s lining his cock up with her cunt, lowering herself on it as she whines.

Kim’s fingertips dig into Billy’s thick strands, letting her nails lightly drag across his scalp as his tongue dips in and her wet cunt. She whimpers, her hips temporarily leaving the couch as he attacks her with his tongue. Her head lolls to the side as Billy presses his fingertips down on her hips to keep her still.

“Billy,” She whined as her head falls onto Steve’s shoulder. She lazily rolls her eyes up, looking at the cock drunk look on Gina’s face as she gyrates her hips up and down Steve’s long cock. His body is warm, almost hot as he exhales roughly next to her, “Feels good.” She whimpered as Billy’s tongue pressed against her clit roughly.

Steve’s brown eyes turned towards her, his pink lips parted in bliss as he momentarily drank in her features. She feels a blush spreading over her cheeks, not quite used to having Steve watch her in such an intense way. He bends forward, his movements taking her by surprise until Billy is roughly tugging her away.

“Hey,” Billy moves himself up between Kim’s legs, speaking so sternly that Gina pauses her own movements, “Don’t kiss her.” He demands fiercely, his eyes flashing as he stares at Steve. Kim bites her lip as she shifts forward a bit, just enough so she can grab Billy’s strong jawline.

“S’okay,” Kim reassures him as she brings her lips against his slick covered ones, “Kissing is okay.” She tells him gently between gentle pecks of their lips. She doesn’t want Billy to run Steve off, nor does she want Steve to get offended either. She doubts that he’ll even do much more than share a peck between any of them.

Billy’s lips melt against hers as she slides her tongue inside of his mouth, tasting herself as she works on removing his belt and jeans. He groans against her mouth, mingling their sounds together as she wraps her palm around his cock and stroked him slowly.

“Little whore,” He mumbles against her lips before he grips her throat and spits into her mouth. She hears Steve gasp but she’s unsure if it has to do with Billy’s actions or because Gina is moving again. She whimpered as she licked his spit away, whining as his palm roughly connected with her ass before he’s spreading her legs wide, “Nasty little slut.”

“Yeah,” She whimpers in agreement, her lips spreading in awe as he pushes his thick tip into her drenched hole, “Oh my god.” She whined, her eyebrows rising high on her forehead as his cock stretches her walls out.

“Can I?” Steve mumbles out, shakily, eyes on Kim while Gina begins rolling her hips again.

“Uh-huh,” Kim whines, turning her face towards Steve. Her hazel eyes meet with his dark brown ones and he’s never felt so feral in his life. He collides his lips with Kim’s. And it’s hungry. Steve’s growling into it as he grabs her hand, it only feels natural. They’re both in a rather submissive position. And really, honestly, it’s exciting to have Billy’s face so close to his and Kim’s. Steve deepens it, sliding his tongue along Kim’s lower lip and pushing it past, rubbing their tongues together.

“Fuck,” Gina whines, watching in awe as she rides Steve’s cock.

Steve lifts his hand up and grabs a hold of Kim’s jaw, holding her steady while she moans into his mouth. Billy’s a little floored, usually couldn’t fathom the thought of anyone kissing Kim but there’s something about this asshole. Fine. It’s no big deal but Billy is in fact attracted to Steve. And really, watching him lick into Kim’s mouth is fuckinf hot. Makes his hips snap his hips even faster against Kim, pulling these high pitched symphonies from her lips. Gina’s doing something similar to Steve because this open mouthed kiss turns into Steve and Kim just moaning against each other's mouths. It’s the fucking hottest thing he’s ever seen. Billy grabs a hold of Kim’s head, pushes her further against Steve.

“Jesus Christ,” Billy breathes out, moving his hand to slip his fingers in Steve’s hair. He gripped his brown locks tightly, enacting a loud moan from Steve, “Do you like my little whore?” He teased as he dragged his cock faster inside of Kim’s walls. He breathed out, enjoying the way Steve’s brown eyes widened in surprise.

“Answer him, Stevie,” Gina begged as she lightly tapped her fingertips against Steve’s flushed cheeks, trying to earn a response from him, “Is Kim a little whore?” She teased in the same manner as she began to dig her acrylic nails into his skin.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out as his hands went to grip her hips, his mind feeling fuzzy suddenly. He was overwhelmed with the sensation of her walls clamping down around his hard cock, the way Billy was tightly gripping his hair and how Gina was scratching at his skin. Kim’s lips brushed against the sensitive area on his neck, making him cry out a little louder, “Yes, yes!” He agreed, afraid that they would take away the pleasure that he was feeling.

“So mean, Stevie,” Kim mocked as she pouted her lips out, her voice slightly cracking from how harshly Billy was pressing his cock into her, “Right there. Oh God, Billy.” She whimpered as her head fell against Steve’s. Gina gaped, slightly shaking Kim from how fast she was moving up and down the length of Steve’s cock.

The pleasure tickled up Kim’s spine, traveling down her legs as the bliss grew deeper inside of her stomach until it burned. She cried out as she felt her cunt clamping down around Billy’s cock, squeezing around him harshly as she came with a loud moan. Her body shook as she fell forward, her boobs pressing against Steve’s sweaty skin as he watched with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Fuck,” She whined as she rolled her eyes back in awe. Billy gripped her hair again, yanking her head back to look at her. He smirked in bliss, looking down at her cock drunk features before he spit onto her lips. She whimpered as she licked it away, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue, “Oh my God.” She whined as a soft giggle left her lips.

“Such a dirty whore,” Billy teased as he smacked her cheeks. He pressed her harder against the couch, rocking into her as his cock began to ache. He groaned loudly, feeling his hips stalling as he came inside of her, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed as he moved his hand down to her neck, giving her a slight squeeze.

Steve’s back arched, feeling the warmth pooling deep in his stomach as his second orgasm was fast approaching. Gina’s rhythm started to falter, thighs burning from the exertion so Steve grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting his own up. The sounds that poured out of Gina were ones Steve hadn’t heard before, not in person at least. They were like the ones she’d made in the videos with Kim and Billy, a little unhinged as pleasure wrecked through her body.

Billy grabbed Kim’s hand and guided it towards Gina’s cunt, “Rub her clit.” Then he was pulling out of Kim and standing behind Gina, grabbing her tits in his hands, pinching her nipples between his thick fingers. Kim moved her fingers in quick, firm circles against Gina’s clit and in quick succession, the brunette girl was clamping down around Steve’s cock. Eyes crossed and body seizing as her climax crashed into her.

“A-aah!” she cried out, leaning back into Billy’s chest as she came.

Steve licked his lips, taking in the beautiful sight and for the first time ever, he’s shooting his load inside her. Raw. Gina’s hands reach up to grab a hold of Billy’s forearms as she rides out the feeling, a bit of drool pooling at the corners of her lips.

“Shit,” Steve whines, eyes falling shut as his orgasm racks through him. In mere seconds, he’s spent. Body goes limp while he tries to catch his breath. Before he knows it, Gina’s kissing his lips and giggling into it.

“That was so hot,” she purrs, tugging on his hair.

“Mhm,” he mumbles back with a lazy smile.

But now what? Steve wonders, feeling awkward as he wraps his arms around Gina’s waist and looks at the couple standing behind her.

“We’re gonna go to bed,” Kim says, voice all shy like Steve didn’t just watch her getting fucked. “See you in the morning,” she grabs Billy’s hand and begins to pull him to her bedroom.

Billy smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at him, “Nice job, pretty boy.”

#billy x steve #billy hargrove x oc #billy x kim #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy x steve x kim x gina #steve x gina #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington smut #billy hargrove fanfiction

[bowiebond]

i also offer you: t4t harringrove with trans masc billy and trans trans fem steve. maybe it's not quite the way they wish it could be but they can have babies together and they are so happy

I just had this outrageously sweet horny thought so now you get a kind of fic:

Stevie and Billy sticking to the typical, chick is bottom, dude is top vibe because of bottom dysphoria. Stevie’s slept with so many girls when she was a guy that she’s not really interested in topping anymore, only really had feelings of apathy and expectation about the act until Billy showed her how to take it ‘like a bitch (affectionate)’.

Billy on the other hand was pretty active with guys who would misgender him constantly because his self worth was extremely low and he was a self sabotager when it came to people who didn’t treat him like a hole to fuck due to his insists they’d eventually show their true colours. He feels kind of used up in that regard and doesn’t want to bottom anymore. He’d rather watch a pretty girl fall apart under him and Stevie is perfect for that with how responsive she is.

So when it comes to the conversation of kids, well…they’re not rich but stable and twenty-something, and finding a surrogate would be a lot of work. They were married by law, but the Mr and Mrs was the wrong way round. Finding a doctor to help them through their unique pregnancy would be work, but it seemed easier than having Stevie jizz in a cup and getting a random surrogate pregnant. And selfishly, fearfully, maybe Billy wanted to have the child be his too, in blood and law. Because if times get tough and Stevie and him didn’t work…He didn’t want his child ripped from his custody because he’s not the real parent.

So there they are. They’re switching roles. And it’s kind of weird; there’s a natural progression in their lust because Stevie and Billy are attracted to each other, and they had never doubted that, but it’s new territory. They were so set in the ways of their sex life that switching maybe everything a little too far to the left so to speak.

“Are you okay?” Stevie looks worried as she fingers him open, because Billy’s been on t-shots a long time and things down there need a lotta lube and some prodding to work like it’s supposed to, and Billy just huffs softly.

“Are you?”

“I mean…I like your body. You know I do. I’m just…I haven’t done this kind of thing since before you.” She blushes like she’s a teenager again and it makes Billy laugh. “Shut up! I’m nervous, alright? I don’t wanna— you know it usually doesn’t rise and shine like it used too. The viagra’s working but it’s weird, alright?” She grumbles, because it is weird for her.

“Okay, okay, enough of this shit then — you’re a pillow princess, Stevie, just lay down.” Stevie makes a noise of offence but he’s not wrong, so she pulls her fingers out and flops back against their sheets so Billy can straddle her.

She shivers when he touches her hair, pushing the strands from her neck to kiss it. It entices a soft moan and Billy grins.

“This is more like it.” It makes him feel a little better about it. He’s not driving into her like he usually does, but it’s similar enough in motion, right? Whatever.

It pinches and aches when he does sit back on her length, he hadn’t been fucked in years honestly, so what was his surprise for?

“You okay?” Her hands touch his hips and he’d be self conscious if he didn’t feel the soft pinch of her nails against the dip of them. It’s weirdly reassuring to know he’s getting fucked by a girl rather than a guy who’s just looking for a hole to fill.

“Quit worrying, Stevie. I’m a big boy.”

“The biggest.” She giggles and pinches his dick between her knuckles, hard enough to make him jolt and buck.

“Bitch.” Her laughter is like chimes and Billy can live with being the wind that ignites her laughter for one night.

Even though years had passed, there was a natural rhythm to the way he moved, rolling up and grinding down, his breath escaping him with every press against the base. Because of course the prettiest girl in Hawkins is packing what she doesn’t even want, but Billy can understand that sentiment.

Despite all her pouting during their discussions, the whining that she liked when Billy fucked and filled her more, she looked positively wrecked at the feeling of a tight hole around her clit. Especially with him clenching and squeezing his thighs against her waist. She whimpered.

“Billy,” Her hips twitch and Billy laughs.

“Like that, princess? Feel good fucking a pussy again?” And maybe the term is spat more than said, and Stevie’s pout returns with a cute pinch of her brows and a squint of her bambi brown eyes.

“Not— it’s not a pussy, it’s just— just you. You feel good. Always feel good, B.” Hell, if that doesn’t make a man’s stomach flutter like a school boy.

“Yeah?” Billy grinned as he leant down, grinding his dick against the cute trimmed heart design Stevie maintained because she’s fucking precious, isn’t she? His precious princess. “If we don’t get it done on the first go, I’ll let you feel all up inside me twice, Princess.” He purred with a sleazy smile and Stevie closed her eyes, moaning as her nails bit into his thighs.

“Don’t have ta—“ She went a little cross eyed trying to looked up at him, and Billy grinned, picking up the pace of his hips. Stevie whimpered once more. “Don’t have ta be twice.”

“Oh? You think we’ll need to give it more tries, sweetheart?”

“You know what I mean!” Stevie whined, head tipping back against the pillow as Billy laughed.

“I guess I’ll be doing all the work still?”

“An orgasm is a lotta work.” Stevie pouted and Billy has to actually pause in his movement to belly laugh.

“Maybe we should reconsider having a couple of brats. I got my hands full with one already.” He pinched her nipple and Stevie arched with a gasp, twitching inside him, and it was kind of dizzying how quick the possessiveness rushed up on him. God, to think a bunch of girls couldn’t appreciate this pretty thing under them back in the day. They were missing out.

“But I wanna baby.” Stevie has the audacity to give him puppy eyes, bottom lip jutted out, and Billy groaned, rutting his hips.

“I’ll give you a baby.” Billy promised in a low whisper, kissing her cheek and up to her temple to breathe into her ear. “I’ll give you everything you want, baby.”

Stevie whined low in her throat as he nibbled at her ear, knowing how sensitive they were. Could feel the way it affected her. He was heady with the power he had right now, honestly. Normally the one getting fucked was bitch, but his girl was pliant and soft under himand it was amazing.

He rocked faster, harder, breathing hot and heavy against her long neck between kisses and hard sucks. Marking her up. Rubbing his dick against her hot skin as he bounced. Stevie wrapped her arms around his neck and arched, aching to cum as Billy attempted to use her to get off.

“Want a baby,” Stevie moaned. “Our baby.”

“Yeah? You gonna breed me, princess?” It was a joke to Billy, but Stevie’s voice cracked around a whine, her red cheeks only growing darker as her heated gaze grew unfocused. She licked her lips, quick and looking like she wanted to say something before simply whimpering and nodding.

Billy’s stomach clenched, biting his lip to hold back a groan.

“Fuck, yeah? You wanna, baby?” His thighs were burning, flexing as they began to tremble. “Go on. Let’s make a baby, gorgeous.”

Stevie could barely keep her eyes open as her hips stuttered against his, twitching and bucking with glossy eyes as she came. A pitched moan left her lips, sweet and pathetic as her head lolled back, and Billy laughed softly as he rocked against her softening clit. It was cute how flushed and sleepy she was after an orgasm.

Billy gasped softly as her nails grazed his dick, stroking and rubbing it gently between two fingers.

“Shit…” Billy whispered breathlessly, grasping at her tit as his head came to rest between them. “Don’t stop, fuck, Stevie.”

“I won’t.” Stevie reassured softly, stroking his hair like she hadn’t just dumped a hot load inside him. He felt her slip out of his hole as he followed her touch, desperate for release. “Are you close?”

“Shit, Stevie, don’t ask stupid questions.” He groaned, rolling into her fingers. If she wasn’t wearing such long, sharp nails, he might have asked her to push the cum leaking out of him, trailing down to his dick between her fingers, back in.

He sucked in a harsh breath as his thighs began to shake, the pleasure coiled tight in his gut, ready to snap like a rubber band.

“You’re gonna be such a good daddy.” Stevie cooed. “Come on, don’t be shy. Cum for Mommy.”

Billy’s not proud of the near-sob of a moan he gave at those words, clinging to her as he came hard, twitching into her touch and twitching away again and again as the pleasure drew out a painful sensitivity. He whimpered quietly as she traced the hood of his cock with her sharp nail.

“You okay?” She asked sweetly like she hadn’t just blown his mind.

“Shut up. I told you not to say shit like that.”

She giggled. “You like it.”

“It’s weird.”

“We’re weird, Daddy.” Stevie grinned and kissed his head as she drew him in for a cuddle like she always did. “Seriously though. Are you good?”

“…Yeah.” In the past he would have hid away from the deed, self conscious and not even letting Stevie touch him even though he got her off more than once. “I’m good.”

Stevie squeezed him. He smirked as his face was cradled between her tits. Nice.

“Me too.” She sighed contently. “Next time, I wanna try it while soft. Viagra is weird.”

“Dunno how we’ll manage it, but whatever you want, princess.” He grunted.

“I know.” She preened at his words and Billy chuckled, kissing the swell of her breast.

She’d make a wonderful Mommy indeed.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #t4t harringrove #ftm!billy hargrove #trans billy hargrove #transfem steve harrington #trans steve harrington #mtf steve harrington

[ihni]

🌟Writer Appreciation🌟

When you get this show of our five of your favorite fics and five fics you like from other writers then send this to at least one other person.

(Since I was also tagged by @sanguine-tenshi to post my five favorite fics that I've written, I'm gonna smash'em together, because I don't wanna be too self-centered!)

My (current) five favorite fics that I've written (in no particular order): 1. Baby steps (a tumblr post that grew) 2. Taking Notes (bodyswap; longest fic I've written) 3. Birthday boy (made the most people cry, MUAHAHAA!) 4. Every weather is sweater weather in Hawkins (feelgood) 5. Over the edge (guilty pleasure, most fun to write)

And then about the five fics from other people ... you know what, let's make this interesting! I'm gonna rec SMUT, since you poor followers never ever get that, with my own writing XD (and since it's a rare, rare occurrance, let's do TEN): 1. On Billy by @sanguine-tenshi (because I just re-read it yesterday) (Billy&the basketball team basically, filthy filthy filthy, with a fantastic bonus non-smutty third chapter that I really enjoyed) 2. Mine Again by youllneverrecme (which, obviously I WILL rec you) (Harringroveson, mpreg - which, pregnancies overall freak me out but I'm a big girl and know how to skip the parts that aren't for me - and I really enjoyed the dynamics between the three in this) 3. this ain't a love song by @brawlite and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (Harringrove, college au, drinking, King Steve comes out to play) 4. ¿Por qué no los dos? by @robthegoodfellow (Harringroveson, ARO BILLY!! Fantastic to be reading aro ANYONE honestly, especially in a ship and with smut! A+ Love this) 5. Feeding Your Hunger by @weird-an (Harringroveson, and I just love this dynamic they've got going on) (Also honorary mention to Clutching Pearls, which I recently re-read and was so enamored by the thought of Billy in a pearl necklace that I forgot it had fisting in it XD) 6. brainless by shippertrash140109 (Harringrove, through Jonathan's eyes. One of the earliest smutty fics I enjoyed reading. So prettily written!) 7. Secrets make this town by Oop (@thingsalexwrites I think) (Harringrove + Hopper. This is so surprisingly sweet and feels romantic, admist all the fucking) 8. The Stolen Sapphire by @billyharringson (Harringroveson, very obsessive and unhealthy probably but SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN) (honestly, anything by Jad3w1ings is bound to be good, I'm also very into Forged so far but that's not done so it doesn't get the MAIN rec :p) 9. .｡❅*⋆⍋* Warm Nights at Frosty Heights *⍋⋆*❅｡. by @bouncypickle (Will never not rec this. The most romantic and unproblematic smut you ever did see. Feelgod fic, with smut.) 10. Smell of Apples by @neonponders (Harringrove, Steve is a demon and Billy's a man of the Church. It's exactly what you think it is, but better. Plus, apple pie mention! Oh, and the most savage line ever; "We're older than your god". Love.)

#fic recs #SMUTTY fanfic recs #yeah you read that right #your friendly neighborhood aroace person is reccing smut #also #tagging games #thank you this was fun!

[myriadof-fandoms]

harringrove week - day 2 - our place

prompt: pumpkin pie (and hot apple cider a little)

or: patrick and billy friendship fic bc yes

ao3

@ihni ages ago i mentioned this in some tags and you said you wanted to know when it's done. finally, it is done

Steve has kind of gotten used to people randomly showing up at his place. There's a bunch of teenagers around who know his parents are rarely home. They have a tendency to just use his pool without asking.

So do Eddie and Robin.

Billy just crawls through his window all the time.

The thing is, nobody ever really knocks.

So a knock at the front door at 8pm on a Wednesday night is kind of weird. 

Steve only hears it by chance, while the noises of the upstairs shower are muted enough, up until a second ago the ventilation of the stove had drowned out every other noise.

There's an itch in his hands to grab the nail bat when he walks down the hall, a fear so internalized that not even the irrationality of imagining a demogorgon knocking can quite stop it.

When he opens the door, holding his breath against better judgement, he's greeted with the sight of a guy his age. No demogorgon ready to attack as far as the eye can see. 

"Eh, hi?" Steve realizes he knows the kid. Can't quite remember his name though.

"Hi," the boy's voice is shaking. Just a little, just enough for observant ears. "Sorry, Billy said-" 

He breaks off and rakes a trembling hand over his head. The movement makes the light above the front door catch on his cheek, illuminating the blood.

"Christ, what happened to your face?" Steve doesn't wait for an answer, stepping to the side to let the other in. "Billy's upstairs. He'll be down in a moment if you want to talk to him."

He's hesitant when he steps over the doorstep but the moment he does, fully letting Steve see his face, two things occur to Steve. First, the guy's name is Patrick. He's part of the basketball team but only properly joined once Steve wasn't anymore. Secondly, someone very clearly beat this kid to a pulp. One side of his face is swollen and bloody. When he walks he winces, and he's curling to one side, arm protectively wrapped around his torso. A broken rib maybe? Or maybe the arm itself is hurt?

There are no wounds on his hands that Steve can see.

"C'mon, we'll wait in the kitchen." Steve knows his voice has gone soft. He's moving slowly too, passing Patrick by where he's kicking off his shoes carefully. Steve makes sure he stays in front of him. Follows all the little steps that he has memorized for when Billy has that haunted look on his face.

He fills up a glass of water and gestures for Patrick to sit before putting it in front of him. Steve notices the wince when Patrick sits down and has to suppress a flinch in response. 

"I'll go get Billy and some stuff to fix up your face, be right back." 

Patrick just nods. Staring straight ahead onto the table.

Steve rushes up the stairs once he's out of sight. He only slows down when he reaches the bathroom, to not startle Billy into a panic attack.

The shower is still running, but it's not surprising. Billy will take any chance to prolong a shower that he knows he won’t get screamed at for. Steve makes a point of opening the door noisily before stepping in and quietly saying Billy's name.

"Mh what, Harrington? You already wanna go again? Thought we were having dinner first," Billy's laughing. Steve wants to stay in this moment, he doesn't want to break up Billy's good mood, not when it's such a rare occurrence. He just wants to hide him away. 

Billy's pulling back the shower curtain before Steve can. His smile falls immediately when he sees Steve's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Ehm, Patrick is downstairs? He wants to see you."

"Fuck."

Billy's out of the shower and putting on clothes in seconds. Pulling on Steve's heartstrings when he hastily puts on Steve's slightly too long sweatpants and one of his old Hawkins High Swimteam hoodies. He's out the door before Steve has grabbed the first aid kit.

Steve follows him down slowly, giving him more time alone with Patrick. When he makes it to the bottom of the stairs he can hear their murmured voices, quiet and hushed despite the empty house.

When he enters the kitchen he's once again hit with the realization of how pretty Billy is. The fact tends to hit him a couple times a day. Times like these are special though, when Billy looks domestic, with his wet curls falling in his face and his hands in sweater paws, while his feet are bare. There’s something about being allowed to see him like this that makes Steve lose his breath.  

"Here you go," he puts down the kit on the table and looks at Billy questioningly, "I can leave you guys alone if you want."

"Up to you,” Billy says to Patrick. “Harrington's better than me at the whole stitching up thing, and he won't talk about any of this, but I'll fix you up too, whatever you want."

Patrick looks lost. If Steve's had to guess, from what Billy's told him about his own way of thinking, he's probably afraid to say the wrong thing. Steve tries his best to look reassuring. 

"Eh," now that Steve remembers him better, it's startling how quiet Patrick is right now. He's barely audible, "You can stay. Don't want Hargrove to fuck up my face."

"Yeah, screw you too," Billy laughs.

“Good decision. I’ve seen how he fixed Max’ knee once, it wasn’t pretty.”

Patrick laughs a little too at that but almost immediately his face contorts in pain and he’s hissing through his teeth. It decides Steve’s course of action at least.

He gets some painkillers first and then carefully cleans the cuts on Patrick’s face with a towel, he tries to mind his hands and avoids getting too close for too long as to not make the other uncomfortable. 

When he grabs the disinfectant, he kicks Billy’s chair, “Hey hotshot, tell us a story or something.” 

Billy looks at him like he’s lost his mind before he sees the bottle in Steve’s hand. They’ve been in this situation often enough thanks to Neil fucking Hargrove and Billy himself deals better with the pain from the disinfectant if Steve talks while he applies it. 

Distraction is key. 

Billy launches into a dissection of their last basketball training, perfectly mundane and still investing enough that Patrick doesn’t flinch as much as he probably should from the sting. Steve only listens vaguely to what Billy’s actually saying, too focused on the task in front of him, but the way Billy’s voice moves is soothing to him as well. 

He knows at some point Billy switches the topic to his current favorite thing to discuss: how awful the newest Friday the 13th movie was. He’s got a very passionate agenda against the film. Patrick only hums in response sometimes, he’s being a perfect patient, never moving much under Steve’s touch.

Steve carefully applies some small bandaids over the cuts that need it but thankfully there aren’t too many of those. 

“All done here, do you need any other wounds looked after?” Steve can’t forget the way Patrick walked earlier. 

“Nah, just fell badly, everything else is fine.” His eyes are cast down now. 

Not that Steve would have believed that but Billy’s very quick to throw in and confirm, “Bullshit. What did he use as an excuse this time?”

Patrick’s eyes move around quickly, drawing shapes over the tabletop and floor but never moving up to meet their eyes. 

“Bad grade,” he mumbles after a moment.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve runs his hands through his hair and moves towards the kitchen island quickly. He should be used to it by now, the casual cruelty that some parents use on their kids, Neil Hargrove could be their prime example, but Steve can’t. He still can’t help the way his own fingers start to itch and shake when he sees someone as cast down as Patrick is right now. He’s learned it’s an easy thing to interpret as anger though, the hard way when Billy had opened up to him for only the second or third time and then hastily apologized and flinched away from Steve when he saw his barely contained rage. Because in its roots it is just that: rage. Just not directed at Billy or Patrick, but at the people who could cause that without remorse.

Behind him he hears Billy sooth Patrick with the same sort of phrases Steve has used on him countless times.

‘ It’s not your fault ’s and ‘ It’s okay ’s take over as background noise when Steve puts the simple soup he’d made for Billy and himself earlier in bowls and cuts up some bread. 

Patrick looks surprised when Steve puts down a bowl in front of him but once he’s been reassured that it’s no problem he finishes it in record time. It brings up the uncomfortable thought in Steve that that too is awfully similar behavior to Billy’s when Neil has been keeping food from him. 

So Patrick gets second helpings. 

And two pieces of pumpkin pie, which he does finish at the same speed as his first serving to Steve’s delight. Billy had refused to eat any more of it and Steve makes sure to complain to Patrick about that too.

“We’ve had fucking pumpkin every day this week, Stevie.” Billy’s rolling his eyes too gently though, and with the way he’s curled up on his chair, both legs pulled up from the floor, he couldn’t look very annoyed even if he was actually trying. 

“It’s fall! It’s almost Halloween! We have to.”

“It’s September, Halloween is next month,” Billy says before he turns back to their guest. “Be careful, if you don’t watch it he’ll put you in a costume.”

“Being excited for Halloween isn’t a crime, Billy.”

“Sure, princess.” Billy snorts and leans towards Patrick, “If he could he’d buy every single pumpkin flavored thing in all of Hawkins.”

It’s not incorrect. Steve has a thing for it now, he tries not to blame the fact that Halloween is their anniversary but he knows deep down that that’s the only reason he’s started to obsess. 

When he thinks of their first kiss he happens to think of the apple cider someone had brought to Tina’s party and the pumpkin pie that he’d eaten from her fridge in a panic after he stumbled back out from the bathroom in which Billy Hargrove had just sucked his dick. 

It makes him nostalgic. 

Steve gets so lost in the memory of those first few weeks that he misses a bit of their conversation but he startles out of it when Patrick coughs and says, “I should go.” 

“You can stay here if you want. We’ve got a guest bedroom,” Steve answers without even thinking about it. There’s no way in hell he’s kicking the kid out. 

Once again Patrick’s eyes don’t meet theirs.

“C’mon, I’ll drive us to school tomorrow morning. You won’t miss anything,” Billy says. “Also pretty boy’s loaded and the beds in this house are extremely comfortable, you can’t miss out on that.”

One quick flash of dark brown eyes meet Steve’s when Patrick mutters, “If you’re sure?”

“‘course, I’ll show you where you can stay,” Billy answers instead of Steve and then he’s already leading him away.

Steve cleans up after them before he follows. When he gets upstairs the lights are on in his room and the guest bedroom but both doors are closed already. 

He quickly brushes his teeth and changes before making his way towards his bedroom. Billy is already in bed, hugging his pillow with the sheets pooled around his waist exposing his chest to the cold air. 

Steve turns off the main light so only the bedside lamp that he never turns off anymore illuminates the room and draws shadows over Billy’s skin.

When he slides back the covers from his side Billy turns and they rearrange themselves so they’re pressed together tightly. There’s no real routine to that part, they sleep curled up together in every which way they can find. 

Steve can feel it when Billy pushes his face against his skin and inhales deeply before properly settling down in his arms. 

It’s a whisper almost when Billy speaks up, “Sorry, I just told him he could come here. I should’ve told you.” 

“That’s okay.”

“He knows about us.”

“I figured, he didn’t seem surprised that we share a room.”

“You okay with that?”

“You think he’s gonna tell?”

Billy moves his head a little so he can look at Steve’s face before gently moving his hand to his cheek. He starts running his thumb over his cheekbone and Steve hums in satisfaction.

“He’s got a crush on Jason Carver. I don’t think so.”

Steve actually cringes at that, “God, not that douchebag.”

“I know. Gotta work on his taste still.”

“One thing at a time.” 

Billy breathes out and leans up to kiss Steve slowly, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for, sunshine.” Billy smiles against Steve’s lips like he always does when Steve calls him that.

Steve lets a moment pass, thinks about the evening and just enjoys the proximity to Billy before he breaks the comfortable silence, “Wanna know something funny?”

“Mh?” Billy hums, not moving much but putting enough emphasis in the little noise to make sure Steve knows he’s really listening.

“I fucking hate pumpkin pie.”

Billy honest to god giggles and Steve feels so fulfilled.

"You're the worst. Do you know how much pumpkin spice I've bought for you?" 

“I like the soup!” Steve laughs against Billy’s cheek, “But the pie is just not good.”

“I hate you.” Billy’s still giggling.

“I love you too.” Steve never wants him to stop. 

“God, you sap,” he playfully punches Steve’s shoulder before his arm sneaks around Steve’s neck, the other settling on his waist and then he moves so Steve is almost entirely covering him. Their faces are mushed together a little, and it will get too hot to sleep like this, but for the moment it works. 

Billy sighs, “Fine. I love you.”

He’s told Steve a lot. After some initial difficulty to say it at all it has slowly become something Billy likes to say. Steve still can’t get enough. 

“I can hear you thinking, Stevie,” Billy starts running his hand through Steve’s hair. “Go to sleep.”

Steve is pretty gone for Billy Hargrove. He does as he’s told.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringroveweek #harringrove harvest #mimi's writing #mimi makes things #patrick mckinney #I'm so fucking tired my guys #i also just found out i have to give a presentation in two weeks that's gonna be my grade for my fav module #someone create the 48h day please and thank you #two weeks. FUCK ME

[metalscoops]

Tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better

tagged by @dragonflylady77 <3

Last song - Halloween in Heaven by Type O Negative

Last film - pretty sure it was Elemental! it was so cute and so good I loved it

Currently reading (or last read) - haven't read a book in way too long, last read was an omegaverse harringrove oneshot

Currently watching - like multiple things.. 9-1-1, Sons of Anarchy, Greys Anatomy, The Walking Dead

Current obsession - mine and vio's AU world and specifically any and every version of Stefano

@fishfingersandscarves @lacefedora @nerodmcdevilslayer @squishyace @asininepigeon @adelacreations and anyone else if you wanna do this please tag me when you do!!

#tag games

[succyobsessions]

My Fav MLM Ships + Taylor Swift Songs

1. Harringrove—Steve x Billy (Stranger Things)

False God— Lover

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?”

“And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town”

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship”

“I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

But we can patch it up good

Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness”

“And you can't talk to me when I'm like this

Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you”

2. Gallavich—Ian x Mickey (Shameless)

Call It What You Want— Reputation

“Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

'Cause

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walking with his head down

I'm the one he's walking to

So call it what you want, yeah

Call it what you want to”

“All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm”

“And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right”

3. Philkas—Philip x Lukas (Eyewitness)

Out Of The Woods— 1989

“You took a Polaroid of us

Then discovered

(Then discovered)

The rest of the world was black and white

But we were in screaming color”

“Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

Twenty stitches in a hospital room

When you started crying, baby, I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you”

“Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I walked out, I said ‘I'm setting you free’

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up you were looking at me”

4. Evak—Even x Isak (Skam)

Everything Has Changed— Red

“And all I've seen

Since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now”

“Cause all I know is we said, ‘Hello’

And your eyes look like comin' home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed”

“And all my walls

Stood tall painted blue

But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down

And open up the door for you”

5. Ennis x Jack (Brokeback Mountain)

Cowboy Like Me— Evermore

“And you asked me to dance

But I said, ‘Dancing is a dangerous game’

Oh, I thought

This is gonna be one of those things

Now I know

I'm never gonna love again”

“You're a cowboy like me

Never wanted love

Just a fancy car

Now I'm waiting by the phone

Like I'm sitting in an airport bar”

“Now you hang from my lips

Like the Gardens of Babylon

With your boots beneath my bed

Forever is the sweetest con”

6. Tyrus—TJ x Cyrus (Andi Mack)

Ours— Speak Now

“Seems like there's always someone who disapproves

They'll judge it like they know about me and you

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do

The jury's out, but my choice is you”

“And it's not theirs to speculate

If it's wrong, and your hands are tough

But they are where mine belong”

“So don't you worry your pretty, little mind

People throw rocks at things that shine

And life makes love look hard”

“The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours”

7. Merthur—Merlin x Arthur (Merlin)

Seven— Folklore

“Cross your heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

Your braids like a pattern

Love you to the moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long”

“And I've been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why”

“And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on”

“Please picture me

In the weeds

Before I learned civility

I used to scream ferociously

Any time I wanted”

————

Click Here For My Fav Sapphic Ships + Taylor Swift Songs

#saved the best for last #merthur breaks my heart every time #merthur #merlin x arthur #merlin #harringrove #billy x steve #i don’t want to hear it #leave me and my fellow harringrove shippers ALONE #gallavich #ian x mickey #shameless #philkas #lukas x philip #eyewitness #these two also cause me immense pain I love them so much #evak #isak x even #skam #ennis x jack #brokeback mountain #I can’t even think about this fucking movie right now moving on #god bless Taylor Swift for her ridiculously versatile and inventive lyricism #where would fanfic writers be without her #mlm ships #taylor swift lyrics #tyrus #tj x cyrus #andi mack

[discodeviant]

HARRINGROVE WEEK, DAY 6: Twenty | Mature | 2.8k

Molly Ringwald’s Wish: To Be Happy

Gift Wrapped: Steve Harrington’s Jockstrap

That’s Not Frosting: Hidden Bites

Specific Dialogue: “So, did you get what you wanted?”

I don't know what to say about this one other than: Steve Harrington is the greatest gift Billy could ever receive. Please enjoy!

Read on AO3 @harringroveweek

The night hadn’t even begun when Steve told Billy to leave for an hour while he got his gift sorted out. Oh, but it didn’t matter, Billy didn’t need a crazy present, he just wanted Steve and Steve’s time and Steve’s love and Steve. But he left anyway and drove around for the entirety of that hour, listening to the mixtape he’d been given early in the week, biting his nails, chewing the end of three different cigarettes once each filter had worn out.

It was exactly an hour later when Billy stood at the front door, amping himself up to walk into a surprise party or other anxiety-inducing crowd of Steve’s friends that Billy didn’t know very well. It was always like that back home, being thrown into people he’d never spoken to, expected to get along when all he wanted to do was shrink away, but Steve knew him better than that. Steve wouldn’t hurt him.

With a deep breath, he walked inside to an empty, silent house. The only difference was that the curtains were closed. “Steve?” He put up his jacket and set his boots aside, walked further in to notice rose petals leading upstairs with fake candles lighting the way. “Jesus…” he said to himself, following the trail with bated breath. “What did you do, Harrington…”

Upstairs and to the door of the bedroom they’d been sharing for months, not quite one year but quickly approaching. It was open just enough to see a sliver of fair skin in faded streetlights, and he chuckled to himself before stepping inside, eyes still down while he tried to keep a straight face.

And then he saw what was waiting for him.

“Oh, Stevie…” He was walking on air.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Steve said, low and seductive, naked on their bed, save for knee-high gym socks, a brand new jockstrap, and a red bow around his neck. His hair was coiffed, body hair trimmed neatly but still laid on thick. There were a few petals on the bed around his hips, but he was the centerpiece to a royal display.

Billy stepped closer, one foot at a time, slow in case his heart gave out and dropped him to the floor. He whispered, gliding his hands from Steve’s toes to his knees, following the teasing movement of his legs. “God, look at you…”

“You like it?” Dare he think that Steve was shy about this when Billy had stripped him naked too many times to count, when he’d demanded Billy strip him so he didn’t have to do all of the work. Wide-eyed and pliant, pink lips that threatened to frown if Billy said no, Steve was a dream in a dream.

“Do… I… like it…” Billy knelt on the foot of the bed, one knee at a time, closer and closer between Steve’s legs, and toppled over him with both hands to his sides. Then he kissed him, slow and featherlight, enough for Steve to float up for more. “What do you think?”

Steve grinned. “I think you do, but I wanna hear you say it.” He toed at the bottoms of Billy’s jeans and slid up strong calves, holding him down.

“Yeah? That what you want?”

“Mhm.”

“Whose birthday is it, Stevie?” Billy asked, melting into hands that fluffed up his hair, eyes so tender that they made him fall apart.

In a voice so smooth, so devastatingly focused: “Yours.”

“What if I wanna show you instead, hm?”

“Show me what?” Steve asked, and he knew what he was doing. Billy laughed and leaned down to kiss him again, stronger this time, rendering Steve weak enough to fall back into the pillow.

Growling against his mouth, Billy said, “That I really fucking like it.” And then arms came around his shoulders, strong so he remained right where he was. “Can’t wait to mess your hair up again.”

“Better get to it, then, we don’t have all night.”

And Billy’s eyes darkened. “Oh, yes we fucking do.”

All smiles and teeth into deeper kisses, hips rocked against hips and into the mattress. Steve’s fingers crawled under Billy’s jeans, gripped at his skin with starving desperation. Billy’s chest rumbled with a rattling heart underneath; they were the only men alive.

“Is this what you were doing for an hour?” Billy asked, letting Steve dress down his bottoms.

He shrugged. “I had to get ready…” Belt buckle, brass button, a long zipper down. “Wanted to look good for you.”

“You always look good.”

“Smell good for you…” He’d put on that cologne that drove Billy wild, deep and woody with floral undertones.

“You know you do.”

Steve grinned. “Taste good…”

Another kiss; their tongues met. “Mmhm.”

“What’s left?”

“I like the way you’re talking at me, pretty boy.” Denim slid down over his ass, and he shucked them off the rest of the way. Soft cotton rode up his bare legs now, and he rolled his hips again, bit his lip at Steve’s quiet gasp.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good thing I like talking at you, sunshine.”

Billy was so hard that it ached, and he wondered if Steve was there too or far past it. Either way, his breath hitched when Billy teased kisses to his mouth and pressed them to his cheek instead, or his nose, his forehead, the corner of his eye. When their lips did meet again, Steve kept him there longer with the pull of his teeth and hands back in his hair again, but Billy was still stronger than him in some ways. Billy knew just how to unravel him.

Both thumbs rubbed just under Steve’s nipples, and, like a switch was flipped, he fell slack with a long sigh. Billy’s kisses moved from his mouth to his jaw, down his neck. Billy nudged the bow up with his nose and sunk his teeth into Steve’s Adam’s apple. “Not too high, baby, I’ve still got that interview tomorrow.”

Billy laughed, moving to his chest. “Fine, but I’m compensating down here.”

“Twenty?” Steve asked, and Billy looked up.

“Plus one for good luck.” Laying his cheek against Steve’s chest, weaker with every tug on the top of his head, he said, “Worked last year.”

Steve smiled. “Did it?”

“Mhm.” And Billy pressed another kiss between his pecs, dragged his teeth over and around one nipple before laying his tongue flat on top.

“What happened last year, hm?”

“You finally fucking asked me out,” he said, and they both laughed. “God, I thought I was gonna die every time I walked into that damn ice cream shop.”

“You could have asked me out.”

“I’d have died if you said no.”

“I wouldn’t have said no.”

“How would I know that?”

“I don’t know.” They laughed again, and Billy came back up to press his nose into Steve’s neck, breathe him in, cologne and hair product that reminded him of when they met.

“See? I got lucky.” He nibbled on Steve’s ear.

“I don’t know if that was luck. More like I got tired of pretending I wasn’t madly in love with you.”

“Yeah, well… I’m lucky it was you.” Back to Steve’s eyes, and their kiss sent them all the way back to the first, the second, the third and all the rest. “I love you so much, Steve.”

“I love you too.”

Soon Billy’s shirt came off one button at a time, one sleeve, one inch down his back until it was on the floor. Bodies rocked in waves of lust and amour. Moans slipped in between mouths. Steve pulled Billy harder against him, letting the drag of white briefs rub his ass, teasing his lover, teasing himself. He tugged them down and rutted against Billy, fingertips pressing hard into his glutes. Billy kicked his underwear off too. “Someone’s impatient.”

“I bought this thing two weeks ago, of course I’m impatient—hah…” Sharp suction on the weak spot of his collarbone sent Steve’s eyes rolling up, then closed and fluttering open again. Billy took his time. Billy held his breath and saved them for Steve’s lips when he returned from painting bruises on his torso.

“Worth the wait?”

“Mm… I don’t know yet,” Steve said, and there was that challenging stare of his. Billy took it and flipped him over onto his stomach, Steve gasping and laughing into the pillow. He pulled Steve’s hips up against himself with one hard thrust that made him moan and preen his head back. “Getting closer…” Billy laughed and shook his head.

“Brat,” he said, leaned down over Steve to bite his shoulder, steal his breath, swallow his tongue and croons.

Billy was stiff as a steel pole against him. Arousal tickled him from the inside out, made his cock throb against Steve’s ass when he looked down and saw white elastic squeeze around his thighs. It was a sight to behold. Lean and slender, long, speckled, fucking gorgeous by every stretch. The socks pulled up just under the bend of his knee, where Billy planted his own for Steve’s legs to climb him like a vine, and they rocked like the waves.

Already Steve was moaning into the air, light and sweet but pornographic in their resolve. Billy’s hand made way to his crotch, a heavy grip against his bulge that strained the fabric around itself. “Gonna cream your new jock for me, Stevie?” he asked, dick riding the surface of Steve’s ass.

“If you promise to cream yours,” Steve said, Steve bartered, and Billy gripped his cock even tighter.

With that, he slid himself back a bit, still with a hold on Steve’s waist. His ass was perfectly framed by a thick band around his back, two below each cheek and emphasizing their shape. Billy kneaded and pushed and squeezed like he’d never had the pleasure of holding something so tender in his life. Then he was all teeth, roaming lips, a curious tongue. Steve tasted like himself, homey and familiar. The only one Billy could ever want.

He was still impatient, pushing back against Billy’s face, harder into hands that kept him from arching his back too far. Thumbs pulled both cheeks away from each other. He spit, rubbed it in, poked in just the tip; Steve laughed, low and heady, said, “Fuck,” under his breath to nobody at all.

Unprompted, he leaned over to reach to the nightstand and into the drawer for the lube bottle that Billy took from him with haste. Right down the middle, it dripped to home base, and a thick finger helped it flow deeper inside. Steve hissed, pleading in his own wordless way. Billy had memorized him by then. Every inch in and out, every noise, every sound—

“God, Billy, please…”

—every declaration of love that he sent through passing glances. Billy slathered his own cock and rubbed against Steve one more time, teasing until he’d beg out loud. “Please what?”

“C’moooon, it’s rude not to open up your presents…” He looked over his shoulder with a smirk and daring gaze, then Billy hovered over him real close. Only one hand held him up.

“Oh, baby, I’ve never cared much for chivalry.”

His breath curled around Steve’s ear just as he slid the tip of his cock past the threshold of want and need. “Fuck…” It was almost too much. Grinding into Billy’s hand, squeezing around his cock and trying to pull it in deeper, Steve’s breaths were shallow. And he knew it was the jockstrap that made Billy so insufferable this time. Something they’d entertained in the past, half-joking, half-not, wholly enthralled with each other no matter the clothes on or off their backs. For that to be fulfilled, now, when Steve was his to take and love, he worshipped every inch of fabric that dared touch Steve’s body. “Billyyyy…”

“Shh… you know I like to be careful with the wrapping paper,” Billy said. He moved his one hand from Steve’s crotch to his belly, blunt nails scratching lightly against his happy trail. “Oh—I almost forgot.” Then up and around his side, flattening his fingers to slide up to Steve’s shoulder blades. Billy’s fingertips grazed the back of Steve’s neck, thumb creeping up and daring to hold on with a grip to remind Steve just how possessive he could be. Instead he reached around to the bow in front, which had slidden down past Steve’s Adam’s apple. In one slow, agonizing, long, long, long pull, the bow was unraveled and left to fall right under his chest. “There we go.”

Billy had pushed in a little deeper without realizing it, not that either of them would complain. Steve was putty in his hands from the moment he walked into the room, and now he fell through his fingertips. Slipped from any semblance of awareness into seeking pleasure and warmth and the burning hot of Billy’s breath, Billy’s touch, of Billy, Billy, Billy. At last, the final stretch was made, buried to the hilt and pulled out again. Rocking back and forth, steady waves on the open ocean. Steve rocked with him. Steve was the sea itself.

He strained against the white cotton terribly, cock too big for the cup now that he was erect and searching for air to breathe. He wished Billy were touching it again, but now that strong hand was on his shoulder, and he didn’t want it to leave there either. Back and forth, Steve counted in his fuzzy head—fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck. Billy always knew how he liked it, fast then slow then fast again, and then slow for so long that he thought he’d combust. With Billy pressing into him from every angle, into the bed, into the pillows where dreams of each other lay dormant until the next night. His eyes shut painfully tight. He could barely breathe.

There were moments when Steve felt tensed knuckles against his ass in Billy’s attempts to keep his own body from unraveling. He could only get away with it so many times, which he knew, and which Steve figured once Billy told him to lay on his back again. “Fuck, baby, lemme see you,” he said, slurred and breathless. “There’s my pretty boy…” He whispered and leaned back, hands sliding along Steve’s body, over the least and most sensitive points. Steve chuckled when Billy’s fingers barely grazed under his arms, a sound that got both of them lost in shared rapture.

Billy came loose the moment those doe eyes opened again to look up at him, to lean into Billy’s forearm on his shoulder. Bliss-shaded lips searched for a wrist, then a palm to a finger to hold between glossy teeth. The jockstrap had long been soaked through. Neither watched—only felt, because they were enthralled in sultry faces—Billy’s cock strain its hardest to last a little longer. Steve’s whimpering didn’t help.

And, just to torture him, Billy rode the other hand down to Steve’s bulge for his palm to rut against. His name was muffled around his ring finger, drool finding its way down Steve’s chin. Agonizingly slow now—and fuck—each thrust in curled up against Steve’s prostate. His thighs tensed, knees hooked more forcefully around Billy’s legs—and fuck—stuck between cramping and falling apart. One hand gripped the sheets while the other held onto Billy’s for dear life, holding it against his face—and fuck—as he repeated Billy’s name like a mantra, “Billy, Billy, fuck”—and fuck, and—

Billy came first, but not by long, and rode Steve’s orgasm like a tidal wave. Focused and steady, balanced on both knees even while Steve pulled him forward, gasping and trembling when he creamed his jockstrap just like he said. Pearly white dribbled down the inside of his thigh, and his eyes rolled, and his toes curled, and Billy watched every pretty little expression on his face.

They smiled like loons by the end of it, and Billy took a nosedive into the side of Steve’s neck, kissing him without suction or teeth. “Happy fucking birthday to me, I love you, I love you, I love you…” Words melted into a medley of sweet, sweet nothings that were everything to Steve. Something like, “You’re perfect, you beautiful motherfucker,” and his heart would have stopped if not for Billy to keep him there.

By the time their breaths were soft and slow, Billy’s hands were tugging at his hair. His head on Steve’s chest, eyes on him like he was the brightest star in the dim Hawkins sky, a warmer blanket than the one they’d pulled over themselves to relax under for a little while. He was so sleepy, so worn out. Steve scratched gently up and down his back, the base of his neck and through the bottom of his curls. “So,” he said, “did you get what you wanted?”

Billy laughed. “Baby, I’ve had it.”

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #one shot #fanfic #.discowrites #ao3 meta

[avi17]

I wanna hear about Stranger Things beef from a safe distance, so lemme get uhhh 6, 10, and 17

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

Oof unfortunately every ship has some annoying fans, even ones I like (there are definitely some shitty steddie ppl who give everybody else a bad name). Not a fan of the hellcheer people who act like their ship is more valid bc it's 'canon' (first off that doesn't matter, second off it literally isn't and I will elaborate if needed). Not a fan of the harringrove people either, at least where they overlap with the Billy defenders/woobifiers. I can at least respect ppl who ship it but also acknowledge how awful Billy is, but then that dynamic is way too toxic to interest me. But I actually think the worst might be the Byler people, and I say that as someone who likes Byler (though I think Will mega deserves better). They just are the most argumentative gang in the fandom, and a lot of them are SO DEAD CONVINCED that Byler is going to be endgame, like the theories and justifications are absolutely wild and I mostly just feel bad for them because as much as I'd be down, it is absolutely not going to happen. Like. It's just not, I'm sorry. Idk I feel like this is a result of that same thing the hellcheer folks fall into, where your ship is only valid if it's canon and therefore you have to prove that it is or will be or try to pressure the creators into making it canon. It's okay if it's not, you can ship it anyways, but don't get your hopes up that high. It will not end well.

10. worst part of fanon

Big ol' hot take? The fucking black bandanna and all the wildly inaccurate fan portrayals of Eddie that it has created. I'm sorry, the ONLY reason sadist dom top Eddie is as much of a thing as it is is because of a costuming choice that realistically was absolutely not intentional. He's just a heavy metal fan with a bandanna for his hair. Nobody is flagging in their small town conservative high school, and there's no evidence he has it all the time- we literally only see him in one day's worth of clothing because he's on the run and literally can't change. XD I feel like smooth mean dom top Eddie is like a fandom telephone thing where I've seen portrayals that pulled elements from other fics, which had in turn been inspired by other fics, and the end result was portrayals that just bore no resemblance to the sweet, dorky, dramatic, vaguely pathetic wet cat man in the actual show XD The entire point of him is that he looks what people at that time consider scary but is actually a big fucking softie and wouldn't hurt a fly (yes I know that you can be a soft kind person irl and a mean dom in a scene but I legit just don't see that in him.) And I honestly think the overall most popular dynamic of this ship would be really different if it was based on actual canon characterization rather than a piece of fabric. Also woobified Billy but I said that already XD

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Bottom/switch Eddie 🤣

#ask meme #choose violence meme #i am not tagging this the bylers will be upset #im so sorry kids the truth hurts #this show is written by straight men

[ariesbilly]

hello i NEED you to talk about the harringrove buckleway catholic school au now because you said its just cruel intentions and I recently saw the cruel intentions musical so I need to know exactly every thought you have I am frothing at the mouth I love that movie please tell me everything ohmygod (if you want to, pls don't feel like you have to!)

i dont know if itd be an exact cruel intentions copy but i do heavily fuck with the overall vibe of pretty people in catholic school committing debauchery lmfao

i just feel like theres so many places to go with it. like on the one hand, you COULD do cruel intentions, where billy and heather are a nasty little duo and steves the new headmasters kid and heather and billy make a bet about billy seducing steve and getting him into bed, ruining his reputation before the school year even starts. and then theres robin whos just this shy little lesbian and heather can have SO much fun with that lmfao i just really love the idea in general of heather toying with robin and getting her all flustered cuz heather is so comfortable in her sexuality and has no problem flaunting it meanwhile robin... is a little more reserved

but then of course real feelings get involved for everyone and steve finds out he was just a bet and blows up on billy and billys gotta grovel to get him back, meanwhile heathers dealing with the fact that this is the first time shes been in love, period, and that completely goes against this well crafted mean girl persona shes built for herself and robins like “either youre gonna be with me or youre not, but im not gonna be a sitting duck waiting around for you to figure it out”

billy and heather hide coke in their crucifixes this should go without saying

but then i kinda also like the idea of steve and heather either being the schools It couple, or siblings lmfao and then robin and billy are the loner gay kids who just kinda keep to themselves and are maybe at the school on a scholarship and that plays into why no one really wants to talk to them because everyone else is a stuck up trust fund baby. 

but steve and heather see potential. and theyve basically run through everyone else in the school (if they are a couple its a very open relationship). so they hatch a plan to take billy and robin on as little projects. something to spice up the monotony of their lives. try to get them in with the in crowd, try to spruce up their image. wanna corrupt them a little bit (which, jokes on steve because turns out billy parties better than any of them, he just does it on his own turf. and that... does things to steve) 

and heather gives robin a whole makeover but its not one that completely changes her style and aesthetics it just enhances them more. zhoosh it up. and maybe heathers a little more outgoing than robins used to, maybe she parties a little harder, opens robins eyes up to some things but like... robins having a good time she’s loving it. heather could ask robin to kill somebody and she’d do it like shes just happy to have a pretty girls attention on her lmfao

so then they become this foursome. are inseparable. billy becomes like everyones guard dog, willing to fight at the slightest provocation. these are his peple. and robin gains some confidence being with heather like she starts coming out of her shell more (not that robin was some wilting flower before but she definitely walks a little taller now)

and billy and robin get to take advantage of their new rich friends’ gigantic homes, vacation homes, boats, cars, high end clubs, etc etc like the world is basically at their feet now which is something neither of them have ever experienced (first time robin sees heathers closet she goes insane like does she want to wear expensive frilly dresses? no. does she want to play in heathers? absolutely)

and they get away with soooo much shit like the school is hard pressed to punish any of them because the harringtons/holloways are constantly throwing money at the place and no one wants to risk that being taken away. and theyre well known enough to get let off if the cops ever catch them doing shit.

just these four little gay gremlins becoming near mythic figures at this catholic school.... i would like to see. could also just say gossip girl vibes lmao (i think in gg its just a private school but whatever. same concept basically)

i think for halloween heather should dress as a sexy nun and drive robin wild but thats neither here nor there

#harringrove #buckleway #briana answers things

[hargrove-mayfields]

tag game, stranger things edition!

i was tagged by @thatgirlwithasquid and @intothedysphoria, thanks y’all, I really appreciate it! 💕

1. ride or die ship/otp : Hellcheergroveton! every combination in this ship is adorable and it has all my favs too ☺️

2. most annoying ship : m*leven. I am beyond tired of watching a young disabled girl be taken advantage of and have it be treated as romantic. El deserves to live partner free, and M*ke deserves to go in the whole garbage can.

3. second favorite ship : Hollogrove. Since it’s not part of the core hellcheergroveton relationship, I’ll branch out a little and bring in my girl Heather. I love her and Billy I’m a relationship and can totally see them spending the rest of their lives together ♥️

4. favorite platonic dynamic : Billy and Max, or Dustin and Steve. Or Steve and Gareth. Cause I headcanon Gareth as becoming Steve’s caregiver after the events of the show leave him with cognitive and physical disabilities

5. underrated ship : Hollogrove, Cunningway, Pompompineapple, Stonathan, Cheerscoops, Calicheer, Rockie, Stargyle, Cammy, Kegboys, Steather, Argilly, and so many more but I’ll stop there.

6. overrated ship : Any of the fruity four (it makes me wanna gag just typing it) ships. I haven’t looked in the fandom tags for a year because it’s oversaturated with passionless, factory produced, carbon-copy fanworks that look like Harringrove fics put through ai to be rewritten as St*ddie, or Buckleway into r*nance. I’m sick of it. It’s boring. I’ll come up with my own steddie content, thanks.

7. one thing to change in canon : Everything. Not even joking. I’m going blorbo shopping and bringing all my favs back to my dollie house to play fix-it.

8. something canon did right : Um. I guess letting actors put in feedback and details of their own. Like Millie choosing for El to touch Billy’s cheek, Dacre giving us backstory on Billy’s mom and also on Billy’s disability (BPD), both he and Joe Keery refusing the original scripts, Joe Quinn improvising Eddie’s crush on Chrissy, and so on. All of the actor choices are the only good things about the show at this point.

9. a thing I’m proud of creating for the fandom : @disabledbillyandsteveweek! There's more information about the event over on the blog, but basically it’s an event starting in about two weeks meant to highlight Billy and Steve as disabled characters, through all kinds of fan works and different ships!

10. a character who is perfect to me : Christine Renée-Beth Cunningham. Nobody compares to my cheer girl.

11. the most relatable character and why : Also Chrissy. She reminds me a lot of myself, especially how I was when I was still in highschool, being timid and struggling a lot with my mental health. I wish she could have grown and gotten help and felt better since I’m on my journey to doing so right now, but I’m forever grateful to have seen a character with an eating disorder and an abusive family on screen, portrayed in a heartfelt and generous way- all thanks to miss Grace Van Dien

12. character I hate most and why : Neil, Karen (actually just the Wheelers in general except little Holly), Brenner, Owens, the lady that shot Benny, literally so many of them. Anyone who intentionally and unabashedly hurts other characters without remorse.

13. something I’ve learned from the fandom : To be patient, because even when things seem tough or impossible, we can make it. Together, with friends who understand us, and who share our pain, we can fight and keep going! Especially because this community will always have folks who understand and have our backs, we just have to find them ❤️❤️

14. three tags I seek out on ao3 : I actually don’t read fic on ao3. The extreme amounts of severely triggering content hosted on that site is just too much for me and I can never seem to avoid it. I only post to ao3 because I know people find it easily accessible, but I had one too many mix-ups that led to me being in a terrible state of mind, so I discontinued using the site.

15. a song I strongly associate with otp and/or favorite character : I’ll never shut up about “Time in a Bottle” by Jim Croce. Conveniently off the same record as Hop has on Vinyl and Cassette, it’s my favorite song ever because it’s so tender and loving and even though it’s old people music yall should give it a listen. It applies to any ship, but especially packs a punch with Harringrove. Also “Magic” by Olivia Newton-John.

I’ll tag: @eddie-munsons-guitar86 @honey-tongued-devil @martianclown @hephaestn @jaylikesrainbowtigers @denkiddo1 @enchanted-day-dreams @stranger-themes-blog @ratbastardbilly @thinger-strang But there’s no pressure to do it! You absolutely don’t have to if you already have or if you just don’t feel like it! <3

#tag game! #billy hargrove fandom #not content #hey thanks again! it took me a few days but this was fun!! #love doing these things they’re always really positive and fun <3

[dragonflylady77]

(header by @dirtbagdefender )

Harringrove Master List

Harringrove micro poetry on Ao3 (series)

Grease 2 AU ramblings

Harringrove Story Challenge chapter 5 by me

Fics:

Why fight a guy (when you can kiss him instead) [previously titled Steve can't take it anymore] - on Ao3

Never fall for a straight guy - on Ao3

A frankly ill-timed visit - on Ao3

definitely better than being dead (July 4 fic) - on Ao3

i wanna do everything with you (harringrove relay race fic) - on Ao3

i got you a whole flower shop (valentine's day fic, Florist!Billy) - on Ao3

i know how i feel about you now (HGC valentine exchange, present for @spaceofentropy, Limo driver!Steve) - on Ao3

Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter (Harringrove Big Bang fic) - on Ao3

The Birthday Wish (Billy's birthday fic) - on Ao3

Not-So-Blind Date (Harringrove Relay Race Fic) - on Ao3

Billy Hargrove Bingo Fics below (Masterpost here)

I have plot notes for 2 more squares (Tarzan AU and Phone sex so I will update if/when I get to them)

Pizza my heart (Billy Hargrove Bingo - A1 Hate sex) WIP - on Ao3

Steve's pick (Billy Hargrove Bingo - A2 Love at first sight) - on Ao3

Snowball fight at the old junkyard (Billy Hargrove Bingo - B3 Snowball fight (ch1) & A3 - The Party approves (ch2)) - on Ao3

Nobody puts Billy in a corner (Billy Hargrove Bingo - C2 Dirty Dancing AU) WIP - on Ao3

Text posts:

We Talked About This (also on Ao3) | Flirting (also on Ao3)| Clingy Mess | Angst | Wake Me Up (also on Ao3) | Am I dreaming | Only The Best (slightly extended version on Ao3) | Harringrove Husbands | Finding peace together (also on Ao3) | No 'plenty of bitches in the sea' for this Billy

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Stuff I wrote for other fandoms

RWRB drabbles

Power Rangers 2017 fic

Spuffy missing scene fic

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Important Posts I love & Lists of HG fics by trope that I put together

Steve's hairy chest fancam vid by @shieldofiron (who is the bestest)

Dacre Smoking (direct your thanks towards @prettyboybillyhargrove for this one)

Neil Gets Dead Fic list (nothing I wrote but handy list!)

Ghost!Billy (handy list compiled by me, written by other people)

Ace HG (another list collated by me)

Merfolk HG (I like lists, okay?)

Camboy AU (you know you wanna read)

#dragonflylady77 #stuff I wrote #dfl writes #harringrove #steve hairy chest agenda #steverito my love #guin likes to make lists #harringrove merfolk #ace harringrove #ghost billy hargrove #neil gets what he deserves #happy billy didn't die day #micro poetry #camboy!au #limo driver steve harrington #florist billy hargrove #mr steve and the monster hunter #the birthday wish

[mourntheantagonist]

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @magniloquent-raven 🦋💕

Three Ships: harringrove obviously! it’s all I ever talk about and is appearing to be all I’ll ever talk about. I love my boys. I don’t know if any other ship quite reaches the same amount of love I have for harringrove, but if I have to pick 2 more ships, I love lumax and jancy. I love my endgames.

First Ever Ship: that’s redacted actually (it was rpf and I won’t speak of it). but my first fictional ship that i really got into was, alas, destiel. I’m basic I’m sorry.

Last Song: Rockstar by Nickelback. Before you ask. No, I don’t remember the context.

Last Movie: Jojo Rabbit

Currently Reading: Halfway through Mockingjay. I have to finish this and then TBOSAS before the movie comes out!!!

Currently Watching: Yellowjackets!!! Cannibalistic Lesbian Soccer Players!! I LOVE!!

Currently Consuming: Flavor Blasted Goldfish (The Best Kind)

Currently Craving: Water. I’m thirsty but also too lazy to get some.

tagging: @intothered-rum @dragonflylady77 @disdaidal if you wanna!!

#tag game

[typhoidcandy]

Get to Know Me Tag Game

Tag game: answer these questions, and then tag people you want to get to know better.

Got tagged by: @bisexualchrissycunningham (thanks! ❤️)

3 ships: Hellcheer, Harringrove, ThorJane, Jopper (I know it says 3, but I couldn't decide so you get 4lol).

First ship: Okay, the first ship I really remember getting super into was Logan/Ororo (aka Wolverine and Storm) from the X-men. It started with that one episode from the old X-Men cartoon where they were married in an alternate universe. IYKYK.

Currently consuming: Dove chocolates, baybeeeee!

Last movie: Black Panther Wakanda Forever. Heh. I don't watch a lot of movies tbh. I'm trying to get better at that.

Last song: The Name of the Game by ABBA. I'm an ABBA gal!

Currently watching: I am currently watching Willow on Disney+. I really like it so far! It's a lot of fun.

Currently reading: Smashed by Junji Ito. If you're into horror or you wanna get into horror, definitely read Junji Ito's stuff! Truly the king of nightmares lol.

Currently craving: Hmm. Not really craving anything in particular tbh

Tagging some peeps: @corrodedcoffinx @riverthebanished @bigdumbbambieyes @cheerscoops @kargyle @blondiest @munsongothwife @slowpenguin @tonyspep

Hugs for everyone!

#personal post

[onearmedlegend]

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

Tagged by @captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs thank you so much, friend!!

Favorite colors: red, teal, yellow!

Currently reading:

-Books: ‘Doctor Dolittle’ Series by Hugh Lofting, ‘The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes’ by Suzanne Collins, and I need to finish ‘Pumpkin’ by Julie Murphy.

-Fanfictions: ‘i just want to hear you say it’ by forever_trapped_in_my_dreams (Aziraphale/Crowley from Good Omens), and rereading ‘we’re fools to make war’ by whimsicule (Hangman/Rooster from Top Gun: Maverick)

For fics I’d like to rec, I’d say:

~’I’ll Be Home For Christmas (And I’ll Be Making It Your Problem)’ by @film-in-my-soul (Hangman/Rooster)

~’wanna be good’ by Anonymous (Steve/Billy from Stranger Things)

~’Safe and Distant’ by Lindzzz (Bilbo/Thorin from The Hobbit)

Last song: ‘Timeless (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)’ by Taylor Swift. I may be going through some Good Omens feels, but I’m okay? I think? 😂

Last series: Good Omens S2, Heartstopper S2. (Word to the wise: Heartstopper RIGHT after Good Omens?? Whiplash. Take both series in stride if you plan on watching them back-to-back.) Also rewatching ‘Our Flag Means Death’. My queer heart, be still. 💕

Last movie: ‘Top Gun: Maverick’, (directed by Joseph Kosinski) on streaming. ‘Barbie’, (directed by Greta Gerwig) at the theatres.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: right now, I’m digging something savory. It’s hot AS HELL and I’m hungry.

Currently working on: a book (planning on making a screenplay out of it) with Miles Teller and Florence Pugh as the main characters. I have a friend that I’m asking some help with on it (thanks @flowersonmymind1016 !!) and a Harringrove idea with @strangerthingfanfic !! I’m going to write something with Aziraphale and Crowley, but I’ll try and figure out exactly what I want to do.

No pressure tags: @flowersonmymind1016 @strangerthingfanfic and @estrellami-1 !! Wish you all a great happy early weekend!!

#me #tag game #tag games