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weird-an · 2 days
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"What the fuck is that?" Billy asks, pointing at the cage.
Steve grins. "A hamster."
"Jeez, why the fuck do you have a hamster?" Billy crouched down and inspects the cage.
Steve shrugs. Peanut is good company, especially on days when the house is a bit emptier and more silent than usual. "I like hamsters. Peanut is the best."
He grabs a slice of carrot and hands it to Billy. "We can feed her."
Billy raises a brow and holds the carrot between the bars.
Peanut comes out of her little house, sniffing carefully. She quickly snaps the carrot and nibbles it. Steve loves her. A big fluffy golden bar of fur with big black eyes.
"Hamsters are lame," Billy tells Steve, a little too dreamy to mean it.
"You can hold her," Steve offers.
Billy's eyes go wide. "But she's so tiny!"
Steve takes Peanut and places her in Billy's hands. Billy doesn't move, eyes fixed on the hamster. Steve has never seen him so careful.
"Lame," Billy repeats like he's trying to convince himself.
Peanut rubs her face. Billy's eyes shine bright. Steve tries to memorize the picture in front of him. It's something precious, he thinks.
A few days later, Steve comes home a bit later from work. Billy has apparently already let himself in.
Billy is asleep, softly snoring. Peanut sits in his mullet, content in the nest she has made.
Steve grabs his camera and takes a photo. He's glad Peanut can make Billy feel less alone, too.
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harringroveera · 2 days
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Steve: …do you wanna talk about that first?
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shieldofiron · 2 days
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The abandonment issues are real.
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destroya2005 · 17 hours
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For the March @harringrovemicrofic prompt! It should be right at 400 words. For Billy's birthday! 💙
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“I know- I know I'm late.” Steve huffed softly as he tried to catch his breath, holding a bundle of roses in one hand, and a pack of Marlboro Reds in the other.
“Robin kept me at the video store way longer than I wanted to be, and yes- before you ask, I did tell her that I needed to leave early today.” A faint laugh broke from his lips as he moved to set the roses down. “Oh fuck- I forgot the beers. Big twenty-one, right? I keep forgetting I’m a year older than you. I’ll be right back.”
After running back to his car and returning with two cans of Budweiser. Steve then moved to sit down next to the roses he had placed on the ground. “I know it’s been a while. I’ve been kind of busy. Can you believe those twirps are finishing up high school soon? Man, time flies…”
Steve popped one of the cans open, before setting it down, then he opened the other and paused for a moment to take a few gulps of the chilled beverage. “I mean, it’s not the best but it's something.” He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes shifting to the gravestone before him.
“It used to feel weird coming out here to talk to you… I guess I’ve kind of gotten used to it now. I think it’s because we never really got to talk before. I don’t know. It just feels… Like I know you now. You always listen.”
He shivered slightly, shifting his head to look up at the sky. “I miss you.”
Steve didn’t know Billy, not really.
But when Billy died. It was like he lost a piece of himself.
He felt the tears drip down his cheeks before he realized he was even crying. With a soft sniffle, Steve moved to wipe his face. “Jeez. Look at me crying on your birthday. I look like an idiot.” He choked out a soft laugh while shaking his head.
“I… I really do miss you, man.”
After sitting with Billy for another thirty minutes, Steve poured a splash of his beer out near the grave for his fallen friend. He then dusted the gravestone off, placed the pack of cigarettes on top of it, and placed the roses into the vase sitting next to it, before giving the stone a soft pat.
“Happy birthday, Billy.”
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epiclazershark · 3 days
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toobusybeingdelulu · 20 days
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If you still had any doubts about Billy flirting with Steve during the shower scene, he makes the same arm pose while wooing K*ren. Hope this helps.
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disdaidal · 9 months
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for my beloved ana @lovebillyhargrove ♥♥♥
(harringrove fake scenes)
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princenotsocharming · 11 months
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Morning after an absolutely innocent sleepover at Harrington's... Billy will totally stay for breakfast.. or will he?
(closeups under the cut)
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valtoon · 1 year
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cw: blood
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What's your favorite scary movie? 🔪
alternate version
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bigdumbbambieyes · 1 month
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Billy, who is still overcoming his internalized homophobia, takes a small but necessary step to overcome it by introducing Steve to other people like: “Hey, nice to see you again — this is my Steve.”
And Steve, who is so overjoyed every time it happens, he has the biggest grin as he shakes the other person’s hand because he is Billy’s Steve.
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weird-an · 5 months
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"What on earth are you doing?" Jim asks, when Billy tries to sneak out of the window. The kid has one leg on the windowsill and the other on his bed.
Billy freezes. His jaw works and he's clutching the window's frame with white knuckled hands. His shirt is unbuttoned and he isn't wearing a jacket. It's too cold outside for that. It's December for fuck's sake. The whole room reeks of cologne and cigarettes.
Jesus Christ. The boy is going on a date - in secret.
"You can just use the door," Jim says, a bit helpless, a bit annoyed.
He doesn't get why Billy just can't say that he's going out and uses the front door. But then again, he also didn't get why Billy always waits for him to put out his cigarette before the kid sits down next to him. Why Billy calls him "Chief" sometimes and stares at him when he's watching Sixteen Candles with El. Neil Hargrove's words are still written all over Billy, Jim can only hope the kid will find a language of his own one day.
"Billy?" a voice whispers. "Are you okay?"
Jim knows that voice. Steve Harrington has fought monsters with him, after all. Why is Billy hanging out with him?
Billy stares at Jim with wide eyes. His face turns pale.
"Seriously," Jim says flatly, deciding it is not his business. "There is a door you can use."
Billy moves, not turning his back on Jim. "I'm… I…"
"What?" Jim sighs. "I'm not angry that you go out."
Nor does it matter if the Harrington kid is involved. Even if it doesn't make sense that Billy is dressed up like he wants to .. Oh.
Shit.
"Alright." Billy still looks like he has seen as ghost. He tries for a smile, but it's shaky around the edges.
"Take care." Jim swallows. "And… Steve is… always welcome here."
"Uh." It's more a noise than anything. Billy stares at him, looking young and afraid.
"Just sayin'," Jim shrugs like his hands aren't sweating, like he isn't scared of screwing up.
"No idea what you're talking about," Billy mumbles, unable to hide his fear behind a grin and hairspray.
"Hey!" Steve whispers in front of the window.
"Sure, kiddo." Jim snorts. "Have fun on your date."
"What the fuck." Billy's face turns cherry red.
"I'm not an idiot." Jim rolls his eyes. "Buy him dinner or something."
"He’s buying this-" Billy cuts himself of. Jim smirks.
Billy hurries to the door. "See ya, Chief."
"See you, Billy." Jim glances out of the window. "See you, Steve."
Steve waves back at him while getting dragged away by his… boyfriend whose nose is still bright red.
He hopes Billy realizes he doesn’t have to hide. Even though he has no idea how to deal with whatever that Harrington situation is. He hopes the kid likes Eggos, too.
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harringroveera · 23 hours
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Steve admits he likes Billy and now everyone is having an intervention for him
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shieldofiron · 3 days
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Steve: How'd you do that?
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manwrre · 6 months
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steve: you’re the most jealous man i know.
billy: you know other men?
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californiaboytoybilly · 5 months
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Billy, who has only ever known a life of ‘use or be used’ comes to Hawkins, Indiana with exactly one plan.
To get the fuck back out.
But see, the problem is that that takes money. Money he definitely doesn’t have.
The first night in his new room, he doesn’t bother to unpack. No, he sits on the floor by his bare mattress and he plots.
It’s not worth the risk trying to steal from Neil. Can’t escape this shithole if he’s fucking dead. Getting a job and actually managing to keep the money without his father finding out would be… difficult.
Bored housewives would probably be willing to shell out gifts for the privilege of a quick fuck to forget their balding, miserable husbands. It wasn’t much, but it was a thought to consider.
He leaves that half finished plan open in his brain when he goes to his first day at Hawkins High, only to have the page ripped up and burned at the first sight of one Steve Harrington.
Bored and- seemingly- apathetic pretty boy with absent parents and a big house. Considerably more his type than some desperate midwest housewife with sickly sweet perfume and a simpering voice.
And clearly rich.
By the second week of classes, Billy has caught Steve’s eyes lingering on him a few too many times.
So starts what would become both the only thing that mattered to him, and the worst thing he’d ever do.
His usual charm doesn’t work on Steve, so he goes the other way. Taunts him, a bully pulling on his pigtails until one day Steve snaps and kisses him behind the gym until Billy almost forgets why he’s doing this entirely.
At first, he feels no guilt in it. They don’t talk feelings, it’s just good fucking sex and Steve apparently loves to give gifts.
Gifts that are too thoughtful. Too knowing.
First aid supplies. Clothes. Buying him expensive dinners to make up for the nights Billy was sent to his room without a bite to eat the entire day, even if he didn’t know that.
Billy starts to become more aware of his plan as the days, then months slip by. He thinks of all the times Steve has given him money for gas or other things, how Billy has lied to him. How all that money is stashed away, just waiting for a chance that he can disappear into the night like an asshole outlaw.
Steve becomes his boyfriend and the guilt sits heavy and sticky in his gut. He starts to second guess what he’s been doing.
Billy doesn’t say he’s in love, not even when Steve does. He knows he is- has fought against it with every fibre of his being the whole fucked up way down- but he can’t bring himself to say it when his escape is on the horizon.
He comforts himself by telling himself Steve will forget about him. Move on and marry some docile stay-at-home wife who wouldn’t push his buttons the way Billy did.
But then, late one night, Steve says it again while he’s pressing Billy down into the mattress. And Billy- emotionally taken apart by a particularly bad day at home- crumbles. His eyes fill with tears and he says it back in a fit of weakness. The first time he’s ever said those words to someone.
I love you too.
That’s when his plan starts to fall apart. It’s become annoyingly apparent that he can’t escape this. Doesn’t want to. Steve has become his escape.
So even though it feels like pulling teeth, he starts to empty his stash. He buys Steve gifts now, because spending it on him makes him feel less vile. Takes Steve out on dates.
He finally feels a sense of relief when it’s gone, even if he says goodbye to California mournfully in the same thought.
It’s easier to be around Steve after that, even if a trace of the guilt always lingers. Easier to say he loves him when he isn’t constantly ready to say goodbye. Easier to open up to him.
He finally tells Steve the truth about Neil, and the first thing Steve does is offer him a place in his home if he needs to run.
Billy loves him. He feels free for the first time in his life. He’s happy.
And that’s when Steve finds out the truth.
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