"Nice earring by the way."
Robin said, from behind the counter, with a knowing smile on her lips as she punched numbers into the register, slamming the door with a satisfying chime.
Billy's brows furrowed as he reached to get his change back. Robin outstretched her hand as well, deliberately showing off the silver ring on her thumb, it shone in the fluorescent light of the ice cream shop.
"Thanks Buckley." he huffed a laugh, face falling back to the usual smirk as he stuffed his change into the front pocket of his jeans.
She grinned cheerily back at him, he shot her a wink and sauntered out of the store, purposefully swaying his hips.
"The hell was that all about?" Steve spluttered, jaw agape at the scene he just witnessed.
"I think Hargrove and I just became best friends."
Steve only rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, completely oblivious.
finally posting this fic! woo!
a classic friends to lovers with a little bit of angst and a lotta bit of sexual tension. but not to worry, there's a happy ending, im not that evil..
ok now hear me out- what if we took the season 1 scene with Steve spray painting “Nancy ‘The Slut’ Wheeler”... and we reworked it to be with Billy??? what do we think about that?? hopefully were thinking good things bc that’s what i just wrote-
(it gets a lil violent so proceed with caution!)
finals are finally over and i've moved back home for the summer, which means i have more time to put more of my blorbos into even more situations. yippie.
eric kripke from behind the camera watching jensen and misha do whatever kinda fucked up shit he's gonna make them do on the boys s5
they took billy hargrove from me, they took eddie munson from me, if they take steve harrington from me, the duffer brothers are dead to me
Apple's HWB 2025 Masterlist
Got my fully stamped card in my email today so here's the final roundup from @harringrovewinterbingo! Baby's first bingo went pretty damn well if I do say so myself!
A1- Gas station bathroom fuck: "He's the Knife in Your Back"
C1- Keeping warm: "Hold Tight, We're in for Nasty Weather"
B2- Free space: "Cuter With Something in Your Mouth"
A3- Stargazing: "There's a Starman, Waiting in the Sky"
C3- Outside looking in: "One way, or Another"
(and yes i ripped 80s song lyrics for almost all these titles. except for B2. that's 2000's Nickelback...)
pspspsps hey you. are you looking for a short and sweet, fluffy, found family-esch stranger things thanksgiving fic that's jonathan byers centric? you are? well you are in the right place pal!!
“Robin you’ve got this all wrong!” Steve whined, pacing around his room.
“If I’m so wrong then why are you all worked up about this huh?”
Damn that was a good point, why was he so worked up about this? It wasn’t like he actually liked Billy or anything like that. It was just a funny bit that Robin liked to play, the classic ‘Steve and Billy are super gay and in love with each other’.
Which was utterly ridiculous, yeah sure they were gay but that didn’t automatically mean they were destined to be with each other.
Steve scoffed, in lue of a real answer.
“I dunno.”
“Always Mr. Helpful.” Robin sighed, turning back to her phone.
“Didja do the Wordle today? I’m on my third try and I have like one letter.”
Steve thanked whatever god was out there that Robin had the attention span of a gnat, really helped out when there was a topic he didn’t want to discuss.
****
The lunch room always had a distinct smell of mold to it, which irked Nancy to no end, so the group often found themselves eating in the library. Nancy sucked up to the librarian enough that she didn’t even bat an eye when the usual four to five teenagers would follow Nancy around like lost ducklings.
“So, you guys have a date to the prom yet?” Jonathan asked awkwardly as they settled into the soft chairs in the back corner of the library.
Everyone knew he wanted to take Nancy, and that this was his not so sly attempt at figuring out if she had a date yet or not.
“Hell no, you think I’m going to prom? I’m like, way too old for that shit.” Eddie chuckled.
“But you’re our favorite super senior!”
“Swear to God Hargrove-”
Billy just cackled to himself while Robin interrupted him.
“Ok well I DO have a date to prom, so suck it losers.”
“Oh yeah right Buckley.”
“Nah I’m serious, I have hoes out the wazoo.”
Steve let his head fall and hit the table, letting out an over exaggerated groan at Robin’s latest and greatest sentence.
“Ok laugh it up but I am taking the drop dead gorgeous Heather Holloway and you’re taking…” she trailed off, pretending to think, “Oh that’s right, nobody!”
Steve lifted his head and scowled.
“It’s ok pretty boy, I’ll take you if no other upstanding citizen volunteers.”
Steve consciously ignored the blush that rose up the back of his neck and grumbled out a response.
“My hero.”
“Hey you could put that shit on college apps! ‘Takes bitchless losers on dates’, I can see the headlines now.” Eddie quipped, dramatically pantomiming to the group.
****
“Yo Steve-o!” Billy called, jogging up to Steve’s car.
“What, need the chemistry homework again?” he smirked.
“Dude, that was one time, and no.” he huffed, leaning up against the passenger door, looking over the roof at Steve.
“I came to ask you something actually.” he continued.
“You know that, uh, joke? Like the bit that Robin always does?”
Steve narrowed his eyes.
“Like you know that one, well anyways, I just. That’s all to say, or I guess ask, I’m here to ask something-” he trailed off again. “Dude just spit it out.”
“Do you want to go to prom with me?”
“I mean yeah sure, I assumed we would go in a group together anyways.”
“No no no, goddammit Steve, I meant like together. With me. With me as your date. With matching boutonnieres and dumb pictures and all that horseshit.” he waved his hand flippantly at Steve.
“Holy shit really?”
“Yeah really.” Billy answered wearily, he would never get used to the painfully slow processing speed of Steve Harrington.
“Huh. I did not expect this. How long have you…” he trailed off.
“Too fucking long Steve. Now answer the fucking question will you?”
The corners of his mouth perked up without his permission, “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Matching boutonnieres and all.”
“Oh thank fucking God, I was so worried you were gunna say no and then I’d have to kill all the witnesses.”
Steve snorted a laugh.
“Ok, I got practice so I gotta run, but I had to ask that before I lost my mind. See you later.”
Steve watched as Billy jogged off back towards the school, he couldn’t stop the dopey grin from showing. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and shot a quick text to Robin.
ok mybe u were right… on a totally unrelated note, what color should billy and I’s ties be??
Greetings and Salutations-
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I'm not terribly active in many fandoms aside from ST right now and I'm lowkey a bit of a lurker... but anyways! here's all my trash, go nutz
links to ALL my fics under the cut!!
Format: Title: (Rating) where it's posted, ship name, word count
Dying to Scream but you Can't get it out: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Steddie, 2300 words
Harringrove Winter Bingo Masterlist: (SFW and NSFW)
Get rid of all Bitterness: (T) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 1100 words
Billy "The Faggot" Hargrove: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 2300 words
Stranger Things: Thanksgiving Special: (Gen) 𝘈𝘖3, Gen, 1500 words
Tina's Halloween Bash: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 2300 words
You Light my Light, I'll Light you: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 12k words
Good Luck, Harrington: (M) 𝘈𝘖3, Harringrove, 1600 words
Senior Trip: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Steddie/Ronance, 18k words,
Dontcha, Big Boy?: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Steddie, 2200 words
Modern au prom ficlet: (SFW) 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, Harringorve
Prom ficlet: (SFW) 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, Harringrove
Gay code drabble: (SFW) 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, Harringrove
Just a Little Bi-curious: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Scollace, 3400 words
You'll Never Know Just How Many Dreams I Dream About You: (G) 𝘈𝘖3, Stucky, 7000 words
Eyes Up Here: (E) 𝘈𝘖3, Crankiplier, 4700 words
Markiplier Makes: Edible Arrangements (and Ethan blush): (T) 𝘈𝘖3, Crankiplier, 3000 words
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