Hopper is strict on all of his kids’s boyfriends actually
billy has cuteness aggression. hey guys, sorry it's been two years LOL how ya'll doin???
Steve Harrington just reaching out and putting Billy Hargrove’s necklace in his mouth due to an impulse he doesn’t fully understand himself. Just. Put that in my mouth. Don’t mind if I do.
Firefighter! Billy having to get Dustin's pet (Dart) from a tree. Steve who is there for emotional support watches him and drools.
He gives Dart back to Dustin, saying: "Your cat's fuckin' ugly."
(All Steve can think about is ugly fucking and well, he wouldn't mind that.)
He practically lived in the laundromat.
Steve saw him frequently. Not in like a creepy way. In a sad and lonely way. Because that’s what Steve was. Sad and lonely.
He wore denim and leather and drove an electric blue Camaro and an ornate cross hung from his neck and he was very obviously gay.
The surname was something Steve couldn’t pronounce. Irish. Not anglicised. It had used to be Hargrove apparently. It wasn’t anymore.
The first name was so ordinary though. William. Billy.
Steve sometimes said hello to him, in between watching Rick and Morty on Netflix. Billy would say hello back. Fairly uninterested but polite.
The conversations were usually limited to complaining about professors or the industrial washing machines.
“Alright man?”
“Yeah I’m ok. That new history assignment is a bitch to complete.”
“Damn. See you in next weeks seminar.”
If Steve had half the balls he had in high school, he’d ask him out for a drink. Beer, coffee, hot chocolate. Anything really.
Instead, he gave an awkward thumbs up as that perfectly tanned back walked into the distance.
The next time they met, Billy’s bag split.
There was a significant hole, books struggling to escape as Billy stood, looking crestfallen. And Steve had an idea.
“I could fix it for you. If you want.”
The look on Billy’s face said that Steve could have personally hung each and every star.
The benefits of being a drag queen.
It wasn’t a hard fix at the end of the day but it really was a charming satchel. Pins of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Pokémon sat proudly at the top. He really was a fucking nerd.
Billy hugged him when Steve handed the bag back. It felt soft and warm and genuinely affectionate. None of those things were about to be complained about.
He turned up at Steve’s next drag show. A gay bar Billy never frequented. He was usually at the one which was full to the brim of guys who really liked leather. Not Steve’s one with its terrible 80s night and constant inter club bickering.
Billy told him he liked the show afterwards. The one where Steve had done a cheer routine to Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. He’d make sure to visit again with what Steve thought might have been a wink.
Maybe. He wasn’t 100 sure. Maybe he just had a severe squint.
Billy would now come to sit right next to Steve in seminars. Notebook filled with calligraphy and tiny doodles. Steve’s hopelessly dyslexic handwriting felt exceedingly ugly in comparison. Billy just told him it was unique.
That was one way of putting it. Billy was very kind. And probably went after guys like McKinney or Munson or Tommy. Not Steve.
It didn’t stop Steve from giggling like a schoolgirl whenever Billy gave him a compliment. Which hopefully Billy had chosen to ignore.
Robin set him up on a date after Steve came over with an entire pint of strawberry milkshake and cried on her sofa. Given the amount of time Steve had been on testosterone, he could not just blame it on his period. His period had ended for good like last year.
Jonathan was funny. He was a bit of a nerd, loved old horror films and in any other circumstance, Steve would be enamoured. This was not any other circumstance.
Not when Steve was thinking about Billy being on a date with any other guy. Someone who wasn’t him.
Steve ditched the date halfway through then spent the rest of the evening thinking about how he was a horrible person. Surprisingly, that didn’t help his situation.
Billy asked if he was ok. Of course Steve was ok. Why wouldn’t he be. Nothing wrong here.
Carol asked if he wanted a live laugh love mug and a pink sweater. Steve took the hint.
Telling Billy in theory was easy. Telling Billy in practice was fairly difficult.
He told Billy in the laundromat. Painfully unromantic. Just asked him out for drinks. But Billy was grinning like a six year old.
“Sure. It’s a date.”
Was Billy bouncing on his feet?
When Billy immediately started signing off their texts with hearts and kisses, Steve thought it was.
It is pretty much my two year fandom anniversary give or take a few days and this fic is for @shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 @thatgirlwithasquid @oopsiedaisiesbaby @robthegoodfellow @bigdumbbambieyes @thissortofsorcery and @harringroveobsessed for putting up with the incessant messaging and asks and random brainworms I get at like 5AM
Accidental fuckbuddies AU?
i’m sorry but someone has to say this, we cant keep acting like harringrove is the "daddy x kitten whiskers" type of couple or just in general a lovey dovey couple, i need more harringrove content that shows them as two gorillas who fight and beat each other up because they can’t decide who should wash the dishes and then they end up sitting on the couch with ice packs pressed to their faces watching sports on tv (the dishes are still in the sink)
they don’t cook because they can’t
they don’t clean because they won’t
sometimes they take the trash out and sometimes they even take their clothes to the laundry down the street
their romantic pastime is just watching soccer on tv and yelling at it, re-watching fight club, eating pizza, wrestling and fucking
please i need the masculine sigma male testosterone cohabitation PLEASE
Billy used to remember calling his mom at work. She worked nights, which was the worst because it was when he was home with his dad. He knew that was when she made money. That he was creating a problem.
And maybe he was just crying wolf. It was just a few scratches after all. A split lip here, black eye there. And his mom was a nurse, she could patch him up when she got home.
“Mom. He’s real… no, I know. I know. I’m sorry mom. I’ll apologize to him. I… yeah. Sorry.”
After she left, he got the picture. Don’t call for help. Don’t create a problem. And then people won’t leave.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Steve was standing over him. The blue winter sky beamed down on Billy, Christmas lights still clutched between his numbing fingers. He was still too stunned from the fall to get up.
“Don’t need help, Pretty Boy, it’s fine.”
Steve offered his hand and… it would be rude not to take it. “I’d prefer if you call me for help.”
Billy blinked.
“You ok?”
Billy nodded.
“Just call. Anytime, ok?” Steve cracked a smile. “I live to help you.”
It’s something they’re working on.
harringrove the type of couple where Steve puts on some chapstick and Billy sees it and goes 'my lips are chapped', so naturally Steve cups his boyfriend's face and kisses him square on the mouth to transfer some of the chapstick with a smug smile like 'there ya go'
A little more Witch!Steve and Werewolf!Billy pspspspspspspsps
It’s juicer this time
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"Billy? What the hell happened?!"
Steve has said these words before, in a variety of tones and levels of exasperation, but now they ring out to the open sky with a sharp note of desperation.
Billy's bleeding in his backyard.
Steve kneels down beside him where he's slumped over one of the lounge chairs, arms akimbo and on his side. There's a faint whistling sound when he breathes. Steve hasn't really been trained in healing past the basics, nothing like his mom was, so he doesn't know exactly how bad it is. He just knows it's bad.
"Billy?" Steve says, voice trembling to match the hand hovering over Billy's head. Billy doesn’t answer, hasn’t answered this whole time, and Steve is starting to panic. “Billy, come on!”
Billy starts awake when Steve’s hand lands on his shoulder, flinching away and immediately groaning in pain. But he relaxes when his eyes settle on Steve, bruised and swollen as they are.
“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy slurs, making an attempt at a smirk. It comes out more of a grimace.
“Billy, what the fuck,” Steve says. He can’t see where Billy is injured in the position he’s in, but even his denim jacket is stained a horrible, dark red. “Let me see.”
Steve tries to move Billy onto his back, touching him gently; perhaps more gently than he’s ever touched anything, even Nancy. Still, a thin moan of pain escapes from Billy’s throat, and Steve bits his lip so he doesn’t start yelling his head off. He needs to keep cool right now, or he won’t be any help to Billy.
He has the awful urge to vomit when he sees Billy’s front; what’s left of his white t shirt is soaked through with blood, and it’s in ribbons. So is his abdomen.
“How did this happen? Talk to me, man,” Steve pleads, touching Billy’s chest with a careful hand. It’s the oddest thing, though, barely any blood stains his fingers when he shifts, as if the blood is almost dry. Like the wounds aren’t fresh.
Steve’s never seen Billy with wounds older than, like, fifteen minutes. He heals fast, even for a wolf.
“You should see the other guy,” Billy mumbles. It sounds like bullshit.
“Billy, why aren’t you healing?” Steve asks. “I’ve seen you heal a broken leg in two minutes, man, what the fuck.”
“I’m fine,” Billy grunts. Then he tries to push himself up, like he’s going to try to leave.
“Stop doing that, dickhead, you’re gonna make it worse!” Steve snaps, trying to keep Billy still. They stare each other down for what feels like eternity until Billy huffs and lies back down. “You’re obviously not fine.”
“I’m gonna heal eventually,” Billy insists.
“Before you bleed out? Or can you heal from that too?!” Steve says, voice ringing sharply in the open yard. “Tell me what happened so I can help you! Are you poisoned? Why aren’t you healing?”
“It was just a fight,” Billy says, but he doesn’t have the energy to make it sound like the truth.
“Yeah, with a fucking dinosaur apparently,” Steve grumbles, while trying to push Billy’s clothes away to get a better look.
He looks awful. He looks like he should be dead. For a moment, Steve feels hopeless; he doesn’t know enough about healing to fix this, not if there’s anything in Billy’s system that’s keeping his own advanced healing from kicking in. Steve feels terrified, and young, desperately wishing his mom was here. She’d know what to do. But she’s out of town.
Steve can’t leave Billy like this. He’s gonna have to do something.
“Okay, I can do this,” Steve mutters under his breath, taking a deep breath.
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Then something happens, I haven’t thought about a magic system yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don’t kill me
Small tease of a collab between me and @adelacreations 👁️🦑🩸🗡️ (don't worry, they make sense)
It's something really big and we both are really excited and proud of this project eheheheh. The amount of time I spent redesigning the clothes of this motherfucker lovely baby, you have no idea. There is still a lot of work to do, but a small sneak peek in the meantime can't hurt I suppose.
for @thissortofsorcery, who wanted more Billy with a belly button piercing (hehe) and inspired by @robthegoodfellow's amazing tags!!
nsfw
The first time he sees it, it's on accident, and he's not entire sure what he sees.
He's about six beers and two shots deep, so his eyes aren't really focusing as he catches a glimpse of Hargrove's stomach, perfectly toned because he's a fucking asshole, but the peek of silver around his belly button had caught Steve's wandering eye.
They're in Tommy's backyard with a dozen of other people he can't remember the names of, but Billy had invited him so he had gone, and Tommy had glared at him the entire night but also hadn't approached him because the guy clearly doesn't care enough. Which, admittedly, hurts Steve because they had been friends for forever, but not anymore.
But, it's whatever. Hargrove has taken a liking to him and Steve's not about to pass up on someone he can have decent conversations with - even if the guy irritates him to no end.
And, apparently, intrigues him.
Billy had raised his arms in a stretch once he stood up from his chair by the campfire, groaning out a soft sound as Steve had eyed him from above the rim of his cup, the beer catching in his throat as he saw the quick reflection of something shiny on Billy's belly button.
There was no way, right? He's seen plenty of girls with their belly buttons pierced. It was a girl piercing. No guy he's ever known has ever had one.
Until Billy, it seems.
Thanks to @robthegoodfellow & @feedthefandomfest! for this.
One thing you need to know about me is that I read a LOT of fanfic and I ALWAYS leave a comment, on EVERY chapter.
Squares/Fics in the order I read them as I filled the card.
and yes, a bunch of those are rereads. Sue me.
(please don't sue me, i have no money)
Gay Billy Hargrove: Let's get it hot in here by @billyharringson
Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings: Who he is behind closed doors by @billyharringson
Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning: The Wolf With the Red Roses by @shieldofiron
Top Billy Hargrove: i touch you once, i touch you twice (i won't let go at any price) by @shieldofiron
Soft Billy Hargrove: Getaway driver by @billyharringson
Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug: Sunny days breaking through the clouds by @romeren
Enemies to lovers: It's So Easy by StilesBastille24
Billy Hargrove Lives: It’s A Beautiful Life (I Just Wanna Be Here Beside You) by @billysblueeyes
Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole: How To Celebrate A Win by Yuri4Gwen
Steve Harrington has a crush on Billy Hargrove: So They Know You're Mine by @jellyfishloveletterghosts
Billy Hargrove has a crush on Steve Harrington: It started with an ice cream cone by @camaro-and-smokes
Bottom Billy Hargrove: Eighteenth Hole by @lalazeewrites
Billy Hargrove Redemption: Private Swimming Lessons by @writer-in-theory
Hurt/Comfort: New Moon Run by @weird-an
Billy Hargrove Tries to Be a Better Person: they got a skin (they put me in) by snakeforeskin
Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield: moonflower, mine by @bigdumbbambieyes
Hurt Billy Hargrove: Snapshots of something nearly lost by @ihni
Protective Billy Hargrove: Sometimes Werewolves Need Baths Too by @thatgirlwithasquid
Slow Burn: Kill me with your smile by CeruleanHeart
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics: hold your heart into this darkness by @shieldofiron
Billy's Hargrove's Mother: You Look Stupid When You're Sad by @passivenovember
Alternate Universe (College/University because it's my crack): Stay Close, Come Closer by @thissortofsorcery
Free Square: Flesh for Fantasy by @spaceofentropy
(Headcanons)
Steve is a bratty rich boy who doesn’t understand the value of money and just uses his credit card that is linked with his parent’s money since he doesn’t have any of his own. He only focuses on being hot, pretty, and popular. His dad bought him a brand new BMW for his first car (which Steve bragged about to all his friends). Steve has everything he could ever want with a swipe of a card but it doesn’t make him feel fulfilled.
Billy is a hard worker because his dad made him work since he could mow lawns. When he was younger Neil would take Billy’s money so he basically had nothing. The excuse was Billy needed to be grateful for the experience or whatever but his dad can buy a whole case with his hard earned money. When he got older he learned to stash his money and save up (which is why he has his Camaro). He has two jobs a lifeguard for summer and mechanic for the colder weather. He works from Monday to Friday’s 7 hours a day and understands how to use his money wisely.
When Steve’s dad cuts him off when he’s 17 Steve was distraught. He didn’t know what to do! His dad said he needs some work time and to understand the true nature of being a working class citizen. Even worse his dad got him a job at a stupid ice cream shop next to the Hawkins pool! I mean, he couldn’t even get him a job as a life guard? How could he! Now Steve has to wear a stupid outfit, work at a stupid shop, and ever worse! The hot lifeguard that works at the pool always comes in and taunts him! How could his life get any worse!
