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New headcanon/fic idea:

Thanks to his parents' business background, Steve can and does absolutely ROCK the scandalous CEO look. You know the one I mean: lazily slicked back hair; dark blue suit pants with a black leather belt; tucked in white button up that's not buttoned all the way, but also just enough to not make it slutty; the dark blue blazer, fitting to the pants, either draped over his arm with his hand his pocket or hung by his fingers over his shoulder...

And we all know, that a certain blonde will not be able to look anywhere else, let alone be able to think about anything else than hot, rough, nasty office "love" for at least a week gay.

Streamer!HarringroveAU where Steve is the cosy, lo-fi, save space, chill streamer with mostly games like Stardew, Minecraft or other chill indie games and Billy usually plays something like these loud shooters or horror games, in his brash but open and painfully honest dickhead -self.

One day, Steve got coherst to play "Spooky's house of jumpscares", by his viewers because it "looked cute". Billy came across it because he just finished it and suddenly the fanbase overlapers want to see a collab, both think it would be funny so they do it. And it was fun. So did it more.

Thier dynamic? Billy, the flirty loudmouth LEROOYYYY JENKIIIIIINS!!!! and Steve, the level headed, calm enabler who giggles along and flushes easily. And the people are VERY quick to pick up and call the brunette a bottom- as is on twitch. Billy also pick's up on it and starts making jokes about it which only make Steve flustered. And so it goes on, Steve dreamily giggling at Billy's annoyances in the slow paced idle games and Billy flirtatiously flustering Steve whenever he got jumpscared in phasmophobia or something. And of course we can't forget Billy's nicknames, that give Steve the title of bottom in their fandom.

Both their cam backgrounds change at some point, and they seem to have moved in together, shown in their social media. Going outside together and everything. Fans are speculating, writing fanfics, drawing fanart and the whole bunch. And when asked about it, Billy just laughs, while Steve mentions he's only got one pet pieve with them, but won't elaborate what it is. They never confirm but neither denie the dating allegations outright. Until.....

Billy was streaming a round pubg and got really agitated to the point, that when Steve appeared off screen to bring him a sandwich, Billy yelled at him. Steve's face was off screen, the viewers have only seen part of his side and his hand, that flicked his headset off and grabbed his hair to pull his gaze upwards.

"...what was that, William?" And the blonde just instantly calms down, but instead shudders and gasps, then begins to grin bashfully and bites his lip.

"Sorry, I got mad at the game. I didn't mean to yell at you." The brunette pulls a little making the other draw in a sharp breath but giggle slightly... Until he remembers again, that he's live and the chat explodes. Steve just chuckles and lets go, leaving a completely fire red and sputtering, trying to explain himself, Billy to their hungry-for-details audience.

Now I can't stop imagining:

Steve, the hopeless romantic that he is, trying to woo over Billy with things he thinks Billy might like. Shit like, trying to compliment him through his car's colour or sporty remarks during training. Of course it doesn't work the way Steve wants. Robin, Jonathan maybe even Nancy trying to help him, getting information or trying to give advice on what may or may not work and that really just drives Steve crazy!

Billy slowly gets enamoured by Steve. Not because of these absolutely terrible ideas and horrific flirt attempts themselves, but by this sheer passion and dedication, that Steve has been trying for MONTHS at this point. He had chances alone with Billy, but he denied because he wanted it for the long run not short fun.

At some point Steve just says "fuck it, nothing else worked! I already embarrassed myself enough, what's a little more!" And then just reverts back to his hopeless romantic gestures. Robin tried to hold him back: don't do it Steve, it's too direct! It's way too cheesy! But He just went, fuck it! Then so be it! Writes a cheesy af poem, slides it into his locker, along with a single dark red rose tapped to the door, with which he invites him onto a date where Steve goes all out: compliments, chivalry, cheesy pick-up lines, he cooks, then a stroll through the forest behind his house at twilight hour and lastly movie night with some mean salted caramel popcorn! Steve never thought Billy would say yes so fast and Billy never thought someone could be this perfect.

BOOM!! Wrap it up!! *mic drop*

Maybe I'll write it

Billy Hargrove fandom doesn't talk enough about him being a secret romantic, as implied by Dacre in that one interview where he talked about Billy wanting a date under the stars. Like, I can't imagine he'd just pull that shit with some random hookup unless he REALLY wanted in their pants, but with someone he has genuine feelings for and felt like he could trust? I think he'd be very romantic, do all the sappy shit they might assume he'd hate.

Because it's been living rent free in my head lately:

Greek Mythology Harringrove AU

Gather 'round my children, for I have hadeth another brain fart... And this is what I woke up with!! Yes, I changed their names because ancient greek, man! Max is okay. Steve, eh gets difficult. Lucas- okay... But Dustin?? Or Nancy?? Anyway!- Steve is a hero, Billy is Eros and they find each others presents strangely comforting.

Of course the others will all also be there, definitely. And they each have their own backgrounds and stories and reasons to do... Uh... Stuff!

I got the idea randomly whilst listening to I won't say I'm in love from Disney's Hercules sooo...

Expect to see more of that in the future! WOOOO!!-

This fanart is the first of 3 or 4 that all belong to a little 4-Part Fanfic that I started to write a while ago! If you want to read the first part you can do that HERE! (Aaaand also a little reminder that the Pre-Order for VOL1 of my Comic is only up for a few more days now! So if you are interested, you can get the comic and other stuff HERE ! AND I also started a second Comic on Patreon, which is a S2 AU after the fight at the Byers soooo if you are interested in that one, you can click HERE!) Ok I am done with advertising now- I really hope you guys enjoy the fanart! ❤

Lazy Lovin': Explicit, complete, Harringrove

Billy and Steve take an early day off of work to spend the day with each other. Of course, they don't do very much besides sleep and have sex due to work wearing them out.

Love Yourself Pretty And Handsome: Explicit, complete

Billy has some insecurities about himself and Steve doesn't know why no matter how many times he tries to get it out of Billy. So he approaches Billy with a bag of makeup and the intent to make him feel like a good boy.

Note: lemme tell you sum, I was tired asf, so don't mind if it seems rushed or there being a bunch of errors.

Extra note: Billy is the prettiest of them all. I rest my case.

Hurry, Steve, Hurry: Explicit; complete; Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove; 🔞

Billy is feeling a bit risky tonight, publicly making out with Steve and nearly fucking inside the pretty boy's fancy BMW. And now he wants to push it further to have sex in his very own room all while his step sister and that walking time bomb of a dad slept under the same roof. Everything could go wrong in seconds, but it could go so right if he plays his cards correctly.

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!) 

Don't Leave Too..(p.t.2)//One shot steddie//stranger things

part. 1

Warnings: Eddie death, Hargrove, abandonment trauma (mild), gay

Plot: After their mission the boys are not allowed to go to Eddie's house because of the mess in town and the next morning when Steve joins the rest of the group at the Wheeler house, and will try even just a micro detail of what he will receive from Dustin news he preferred not to receive. From that moment Steve will go through a very complicated period

Steve went to the car he didn't want to talk to anyone, as soon as he got in the car I started crying he was still hoping with all his being that it was a joke and that at any moment Eddie would show up and say 'hey bigboy you fell for it huh ' but he knew very well that it wouldn't happen if he was gone too. Robin got into the car and Steve jumped, she was the only one who knew about him and Eddie even though Dustin said it was obvious, but apparently only he had understood it and in any case no one believed him, there was silence until Robin I speak "Steve..." I look at him "I know it hurts but for everyone's sake he was a hero he didn't run away like anyone else would have" Robin wanted to help him somehow, but it wouldn't be at all easy "He also left as a hero..." the girl didn't immediately understand what Steve was referring to then I think about what happened two years earlier when Max's half-brother Billy was 'possessed' by the mind of flayer, he and Steve had a recent relationship, and just a few days before the battle they had argued and Billy was used as a host by the mind of flayer, Steve never had the time to apologize and clarify and that evening seeing him die in front of your own eyes was not not easy at all it took a long time before he got over it even if in reality he never really got over it, one thing that helped a lot was what Max told him that he saw his brother more serene and happier and then he also gave a gift that Billy should have given him and would have given if he were still alive. Steve turned towards her who was looking at him in turn, there was silence I simply looked into her eyes or when Steve didn't speak "I'm going home..." Robin turned towards the window and looked at the others and then turned around again towards Steve he knew well what he had been through for Billy and now that Eddie is no longer here it will be even more difficult for him to live without either of them and this time it could even be worse "I'm coming with you...I won't leave you "He didn't know what to do, so he finally started the car and headed towards his house. A week has passed since the 'earthquake' which in reality the kids know is not an earthquake.It's been a week since Mike and the others returned. It's been a week since the battle. And above all, a week has passed since Eddie's death. After a week Steve is still destroyed locked inside the house, every now and then he receives some visits from the boys puts Robin she is the one who very often finds herself there with him, by now everyone knows about him and Eddie, it almost seems like he is reliving what he experienced two years ago but in a different way and with a different person. "Steve you have to eat something" from that day the boy slept a maximum of two hours, barely ate and never went out, Robin tried to help him to the point of often staying with him even at night but nothing Steve refuses to do anything anything other than moving from the bed to the bathroom "we can't go on like this Steve" Robin snorted, he didn't even say a word he was there next to her staring at nothing with red and swollen eyes. There was silence and then Steve finally spoke "you know very well what I went through with Billy and I didn't think that after two years I would fall in love again and above all so quickly but Eddie has bewitched me" Steve paused while Robin told him she looked with a sweet look, he looks at her in turn for a while before starting to talk again "when I was with him I managed to forget everything, all the guilt for how it ended with Billy, everything I could have done and more , when we were together he made me forget everything else it was just me and him I finally felt better but now....he's gone too "Steve hadn't realized it but he had started crying like this Robin he came closer and I hugged him "and he's a hero too" Steve returned the hug "yeah"

Don't Leave Too...(p.t.1)//One shot steddie//stranger things

Warnings: Eddie death, Hargrove, abandonment trauma (mild), gay

Plot: After their mission the boys are not allowed to go to Eddie's house because of the mess in town and the next morning when Steve joins the rest of the group at the Wheeler house, and will try even just a micro detail of what he will receive from Dustin news he preferred not to receive. From that moment Steve will go through a very complicated period

According to Steve the plan was going great Max kept Vecna ​​busy and everyone hoped very much that she would come out alive while Lucas "watched" her gave Erica the go-ahead so that she could warn her group and last but not least Dustin and Eddie who distracted the bats to allow them to attack Vecna ​​and kill him. The plan went great and they managed to kill Vecna ​​(in theory since he literally disappeared) and then get out of the mess, they were all fine even Max seems to be fine luckily, it seemed like that for everyone but in reality we didn't know about Dustin and Eddie nothing and that's why they hoped that the two were okay, they decided to head towards Eddie's house to check but they saw a big commotion there were all the citizens of Hawkins outside their homes some already in the car who were leaving and the police trying to calm everything down, the boys didn't know what had happened while they were away concentrated on the plan. They were stopped by some policemen who did not help them understand what was happening, they only told them that it was better to go home and after the boys asked them to pass they were prevented along with a forced smile from one of the policemen and a "Maybe come back tomorrow morning" to which there was no time to respond as the two men immediately left, and so Steve decided to take everyone to the Wheeler house where they decided to stay for the night, with the exception of himself who wanted to go home.

Steve didn't sleep much that night, both due to the mess that was happening throughout the city and the thought of Eddie and Dustin who he still hadn't heard from, so he decided to get up and have a quick breakfast just to be able to say he had done it. , he also took a very quick shower and then immediately left the house, or at least that was his intent since just as he was about to leave the phone started ringing, so Steve came back and went towards the phone and then answered -Hey Steve !- on the other end of the phone was Robin's voice and Steve didn't wonder so much why he was calling him but I paid much more attention to Robin's voice which seemed tense, anxious and maybe even a little worried, and most likely he tried to hide it, to no avail, but anyway Steve decided to ignore it for now -Rob...tell me- there was silence for a while, too much for Steve's liking and he was starting to worry -Nancy and I went to Eddie's house for...the kids, so we'll see you straight at the wheelers- The girl said everything in a hasty and much more anxious voice than before, she didn't even give Steve time to elaborate and answer that he had already hung up, so he finally left the house, got in the car and immediately headed towards the Wheeler house. When he arrived he noticed that there were also Will, Mike, Jonathan, Undi and a boy he had never seen before, his gaze wandered around he noticed the boys hugging or simply talking to each other but no mention of him, all 'suddenly his gaze ended up on Dustin so he approached and was immediately overwhelmed by a hug from the youngest. Steve was a little surprised but he hugged me back -Hey, Henderson- they stayed hugged for a while then Dustin walked away but I don't speak because Steve beats him to the punch -I'm happy to see you're okay, where is Munson?- he was afraid of the answer he might give but he also wanted to know that everything was ok and that in reality he was hidden "listen Steve Eddie.....he didn't make it" he saw Dustin getting sad while he tried to metabolize what he had as soon as he heard it "no no no tell me it's a joke please" he absolutely didn't want to believe it he hoped with all his being that it was a joke "no Steve he was a hero he sacrificed himself for the plan and above all for the good of everyone, for this city that hated him" as soon as he had confirmation that it wasn't a joke he walked away from Dustin apologizing and ignored everyone else and didn't even realize that Hopper was there that he was actually alive, at that moment he didn't care about anything and no one thought only of him, of Eddie, of his Eddie didn't want to believe that he hadn't made it, he promised him that he wouldn't be a hero and instead he did, Steve now had tears in his eyes, they also promised each other that after the battle they would both be safe and sound and Steve had promised that he would go to Eddie's laura because he was sure that this was truly his fucking year but he's not here he sacrificed himself, he's... dead.

Part. 2

I actually believe that it gets a kneeling “O” from Steve, but that might just be me.

Billy has a particular talent of removing his shirt without taking his cigarette out of his mouth. And it gets a standing O from Steve every damn time.

Starting Over - Harringrove

Hello hello, did you miss me? First post for @harringrovesummerbingo and I'm aiming to finish my card this time! I hope you enjoy this one! :D

Title: Starting Over

Square & Prompt: A1- Having a nest destroyed

Rating: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1800+

Major Tags: Omega!Steve, Alpha!Billy, Omegaverse fic

Additional Tags: Steve’s parents are assholes, omegaverse dynamics

Summary (for fan fiction): Steve comes home to discover his nest has been destroyed. He calls his alpha on the verge of a panic attack and Billy has to put him back together.

Steve had a rough day. His customers were rude as hell to him, he’d been dealing with a migraine most of the day, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his nest to take a nap. He had already texted Billy that he needed to cancel dinner for tonight. He needed to go lay down. 

While Billy was obviously upset, he understood very well that Steve had bad days. Part of him wanted to check on him anyway, but he wouldn’t want to intrude on his omega while he was in his nest. He wasn’t a typical rude alpha who would barge in. Maybe once upon a time he was, but now? Now, he cared about his omega deeply and wanted him to have his space if he needed.

‘Let me know if you need anything baby.’ [received: 6:03]

He wanted to cry from that simple text alone. He didn’t know what he deserved to have such a good man care for him. Even when his body was literally attacking itself. Now that he thought about it, his body was probably protesting due to his heat coming on. It was a few weeks away, but he also suffered from PHS (pre-heat syndrome). That felt like your body was aching, cramping, you were angrier than usual, and it was like your body wanted to fall apart on you.

Part of Steve believed it was part of all the hits that he took for the pups. He would never apologize or feel bad for defending them. He’d do anything for his pack. That’s why they made him pack omega after all. 

Maybe he should text the alpha back so he wouldn’t come looking for him. 

‘I will. Thx for understanding xo’ [sent 6:05]

Using his key to unlock the door, Steve paused in the doorway as he was hit with a familiar set of scents. Not his pack, not his pups, and most definitely not his alpha. That made his heart pick up the pace. Those scents could only mean one thing.

His parents had returned home for whatever reason.

Instantly, his anxiety spiked through the roof as he walked through the threshold. Removing his shoes and setting them by the door, Steve tried to steady his breathing. Judging by the scent, they hadn’t been here long. However, it was strong, so he knew they had to be here for maybe an hour or so. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed a piece of paper on the fridge. 

Where were all his pictures of the pups? 

His heart was racing now as he two-stepped it to the kitchen, picking up the note. Of course, it was his father’s handwriting.

‘Steven,

You know better than to have strangers in our pristine home. This place is not a hangout zone for your bastard children to stay for free. I removed all the traces of them being here and de-scented the place. I’m ashamed of the way you have left your room as well. You are certainly not the pup that we raised. Your mother is even ashamed of the way you have left your room. Thank goodness I was here to clean it up before she laid her eyes on the eyesore you call your bed. Anyway, we are leaving again. Don’t you let me catch you bringing those children or your whore of an alpha around. If you can even call him that.

-Father.’

His room? His pups? They took away everything that made this place feel like home. He rushed up to his bedroom and he was hoping that they hadn’t touched his nest.

That was his safety, his safe place when everything was too much.

Throwing open the door to his room, tears instantly sprung to his eyes as he laid upon the room in front of him. His bed had been neatly made, the pillows, blankets, and things incorporated into his nest had been thrown astray. How dare they touch his nest? 

A whine erupted from his throat as the tears poured down his face. They had violated his sacred space and really tore his safety net away. The pups’ things were strewn about carelessly. Dustin’s goofy patterned shirt, Lucas’ sports jersey (clean of course), Max’s blue jacket, Erica’s pink jacket, Mike’s striped shirt, Will’s plaid outershirt, and Billy’s jacket were among the floor, tainted by his father’s scent.

His omega howled from the loss of the scents. Immediately, he could feel the world spinning and his head started pounding harder.

Without thinking, he instantly texted the same number he knew by heart. 

‘Alpha, need you.’ [ sent 6:10 ]

~*~

Billy received the text a few minutes after his omega had told him thank you. Thinking it was merely a text to ask to reschedule, his eyes widened as he read those words. 

‘Alpha, need you.’ [received 6:10, reply? ]

Immediately, he grabbed his phone to call Steve.

His heart broke when he heard sobs on the other end of the phone.

“Baby, what happened? Tell me.” He said while throwing his jacket on, trying to find his keys on the table.

“Th-they ruined it!” Steve howled.

“Ruined what? And who?” Billy held back a snarl fighting his lips.

“M-My nest! I-It’s ruined!” He sobbed again, harder this time. “I-I wanted to n-nap! I-It’s ruined!” 

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’ll be there soon. Keep talking to me.” The alpha knew how serious this was. If the omega was in distress for too long, especially given his conditions before this happened, he could drop.

He swore to any deity listening that if his omega dropped, he’d kill his parents. Steve didn’t have to say it before Billy assumed who had done it.

First things first, he’s gotta get over there first. 

He had never driven faster than he did that night.

After a short drive, he arrived and rushed into the house. “Baby? Where are you?”

The sobs broke his heart as his alpha growled internally. How dare they hurt his baby? He didn’t deserve this after a long day. He rushed up the stairs and into his bedroom. His eyes landed on the former nest that was now in pieces. Steve was clutching the clothing to his chest and sobbing.

“Doesn’t smell like them! It’s all wrong!” Steve sobbed into the items.

Billy approached him, setting his hands on his arms. “Look at me baby, I got you.” He pulled him in for a gentle hug. “I’m sorry those assholes destroyed your nest.”

Steve felt soothed by being surrounded with his alpha’s scent. Thank god they didn’t know about him dating Billy. They certainly would have found a way to ban him or hurt him. He didn’t want to worry about that right now.

“I need you to tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

He was only answered by him sobbing into his chest. “Okay, okay, I’m going to call the pups. We’ll get this nest fixed, okay? I know it was perfect, but you can build another one.” He rubbed his back gently.

Immediately, Billy sent a text to the group chat (though Steve was in it, he didn’t think he’d see it til later). 

‘Code Yellow. Need you all here, now. No questions.’ 

The responses started pouring in and admittedly made him feel warm.

‘Mom’s in trouble? Oh hell no. Be there in 5.’ -Dustin

‘Who hurt Mom? We’re going to beat some ass! Does Nancy need her friend?’ -Mike

‘I’m bringing Erica, don’t worry.’ -Lucas

‘You could have brought me with you, dumbass. I’m on my way.’ -Max

‘I’m bringing it anyway, don’t worry. Roundup begins in four.’ -Nancy

Billy put his phone away. “Don’t worry, sweetness.” He kissed his head. “It’ll all be better soon, I promise.”

Steve nodded against him and he whimpered softly. At least he had some family that actually cared about him and wouldn’t do the same to him.

“Alright, do you think we can rebuild your nest? We’ll start with some new blankets and pillows, then we’ll get them to fill in what’s missing, okay? It’ll be their personal touch to the nest.”

The omega liked that idea and nodded, looking up at his alpha with shining eyes. “Okay.”

His heart flipped in his chest again. How anyone would hurt his sweet omega, he had no clue. It made him so angry to think about that. 

“Tell me what you need and I’ll help.”

“Mmn, pass me that blanket.”

~*~

The Party arrived moments later and didn’t bother knocking since Billy was expecting them to come up. They each brought a new piece of clothing and heavily scented it before walking in the door. The shoes piled onto the extra shoe rack Steve had placed by the door, each one a different pair, yet it all seemed to fit there like it had always belonged.

“Steve?”

“Mom?”

The voices chorused together and Steve perked up a bit from the middle of his nest. He let out a soft chirp of acknowledgment, Billy following suit with a soft chuff of his own so they knew where to find them.

The kids poked their heads into the bedroom and their faces sank when they saw the pile of their stuff off to the side.

Dustin was the first to speak, “Mama, what happened?”

Lucas and Mike both kept their gazes trained on his face. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” Lucas followed up.

Steve glanced up at his alpha, then at the pups. “My parents came home… tore apart my nest.”

Immediately, little growls of disapproval filled the room. “Are you kidding? Don’t they know that’s the one rule? You don’t fuck with an omega’s nest?!” Mike screeched.

Nancy nodded in agreement, “Language, Mike. But what do you need from us?” She asked softly.

“New stuff with stronger scents to add in? Will fix it.” He said between his soft pauses to think.

The kids eagerly handed over their new clothing items, allowing Steve to take them individually and place them where he thought was best. It wasn’t long before the color returned to his face and he was chirping happily. His gaze shifted to his alpha for approval. “Very nice, it looks much more comfortable now.” 

Steve grinned, “Enough room for us and the pups!” He sits in the middle, pulling Billy close and gesturing for them to join.

They looked at one another with an undecided gaze before shrugging, each one piling into the nest and cuddling up to each other. Steve purred happily and nuzzled against each one, scenting them and eagerly calming down fully now. 

“You too, Nance, come on.” She playfully rolled her eyes before climbing in beside them.

Starting over sucked, but at least he could properly start over with people who actually loved him.

Sparks Fly... Or Not? - Harringrove Fluff

Square & Prompt: A3 - Someone doesn’t know how to light the fireplace

Rating: SFW / Fluff

Word Count 1.1k+

Major Tags: mild swearing

Additional Tags: Billy is a true Californian, disgustingly in love Harringrove

Summary (for fan fiction): It’s cold as balls outside and someone doesn’t know how to light a fireplace.

Author’s Note: My third fill for @harringrovewinterbingo !! I’m sorry it took so long to post, but I’m excited about this piece!

The winters in Hawkins were cruel. That was something that Billy had to learn the hard way when hew as used to the warm weather all year round practically. When he bought his first winter coat, he realized then that he hated it here more than usual. Did that stop him from trying to show off his muscles he worked so hard for? Nope. He’d keep his shirt unbuttoned until his tits fell off if that’s what it took. 

However, some people didn’t like that idea very much. Steve had been the all caring and all knowing boyfriend. Winters were so pretty whenever it snowed. Nevermind the fact the snow collected on the side of the road and became dirty slush whenever it was scraped for everyday travel. Some days, he found himself relating to the cold weather. Somehow, he was more tan than his beloved blonde. It was something he liked to hold over his head.

It annoyed Billy, but he wasn’t going to lie. He thought it was hot that his boyfriend was more tan, sunkissed, glowing even. Somehow, in all this damned snow, he was gorgeous.

One particular day after it had snowed a lot, Billy was home alone and it was freezing in the house. He was bundled up in a sweater, some sweatpants, and about two pairs of socks. They were thin of course, but he heard that bundling up somehow helped. He didn’t think so. He could practically hear his teeth chattering as he rubbed his arms. 

“It’s fucking freezing… what the hell?” He asked as he went to check the thermostat.

His icy eyes widened upon reading the number on the display. It read 54. 

Shit. 

“Where the hell is pretty boy at?” He muttered to himself while wandering through the empty Harrington house. He needed to find out what he could do to warm the place up.

Rushing down the stairs, he made his way to the living room. It was practically untouched save for a blanket strewn about the back of the couch. Right above it was their photo, one of Steve’s favorites. They were posed on a beach in California and Steve was kissing his cheek while he had his tongue sticking out as he winked at the camera. His other hand was holding up the pinkie and thumb in a ‘hang ten’ fashion. It was ironic that this was their favorite photo. He had been so happy then, but they were in the warm weather in that. Here, he chose to stay and freeze to death… but he was happy. Truly happy. Nobody could take that from him here.

Either way, his mission was simple, find warmth.

Trudging over to the fireplace, Billy bent down and noticed the wood neatly stacked inside. Steve must have done that before he left for work. Of course, Billy had realized that this was not the time to realize that he didn’t know how to light the damn thing.

He was positive Steve had told him how to do it, but did he know? Nope. He was going to have to figure it out himself. No way was he going to call him while he was at work and bother him. Besides, his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that he didn’t know how something worked.

Besides, how hard could it be?

Looking over the neat stack of wood as if it’d tell him how to do it, Billy huffed under his breath.

“Can’t be that fucking hard.” He mumbled to himself.

Picking up his lighter, Billy started to flick it and see if it would light.

Sure enough, little sparks flew out, but not enough to keep a steady flame. 

“Shit. Don’t tell me it’s outta juice!” He growled.

That’s when he looked at the fluid inside… Sure enough.

“Fuck me.” He tossed the lighter back onto the table and he sat back, rubbing his face with his hands.

He was going to freeze to death.

Glancing over to the couch again, that blanket seemed to be teasing him. It was inviting him now and whispering that he would be better off beneath it than trying to light a fire. It was useless.

But wrapping himself in it without lighting the fire would be admitting defeat. He wouldn’t be good enough for Steve if he wouldn’t be able to start a fire. Why was it so easy for him?

Then again, a fancy ass fireplace was different than a bonfire or a fire pit at a buddy’s house.

He stood up and he stalked over to the couch. Grabbing the ugly blanket, he sat down and pulled the soft fabric around him. He recognized this one as the blanket Steve’s grandma made for them whenever they visited her last. She was so sweet, very kind and considerate. She had sent them with a blanket sewed with love, something Billy hadn’t known from his own family. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his own grandmother, come to think of it. 

He really couldn’t remember her at all actually. The thought made him sad for a moment, but then he brushed it off. That was his asshole father’s choice. He wasn’t allowing Billy to see his mother’s mother if he could help it.

Any ties to his mother weren’t worth it.

How much time had passed while he sat there, he wasn’t sure. By that time, he flicked on the tv and he was watching some show. Or was he? He seemed to be lost in his thoughts until he heard keys in the door.

He whipped his head to face the doorway, perking up like a puppy almost. God, he was so whipped…

“Hey baby?” Steve had called, unsure of Billy’s whereabouts.

“In here.” He called back.

Steve walked through the entrance to the living room and he smiled fondly at him. “Hi baby, you look so cozy.”

“I’d be warmer if you’d come over here.” Billy grumbled.

A chuckle left his brunette boyfriend. “Aw, baby don’t worry.”

The older man shrugged off his coat and hung it up, leaving his shoes by the door. He smiled as he joined him on the couch, wrapping his arms around him and cuddling close. The blonde snuggled into his warmth and sighed happily.

“Why didn’t you light the fireplace since the power went out?” He asked curiously.

Billy was silent after that question.

“Baby? Why not?”

“...I didn’t know how to light it.” He mumbled under his breath.

Steve smiled fondly at him. “It’s okay, I’ll show you later. Right now, just wanna snuggle with you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

And so they did.

Snowed In - Harringrove Fluff

Title: Snowed In

Square & Prompt: A2 - Snow Storm Night

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1300+

Major Tags: Harringrove, soft Billy, slightly ooc Billy, playful Harringrove

Summary (for fan fiction): What does one do when snowed in? Well, shenanigans ensue, especially for said couple, one of which has never encountered snow to this level before. Also, part two to my previous work “A Cup of Love”.

My second fill for @harringrovewinterbingo !! Hope you enjoy!

Warm. Cozy. Safe. Loved.

Those were words that Billy never thought would go together, especially with the way his life was going. He wasn’t sure how he had lived life this long without having such a luxury, such a safety.

Soft little ‘tink-tinks’ were heard off the window as he laid in bed. His eyes shifted from the ceiling for a second to see what was happening outside. He sits up for a second to take in the sight of the snow falling faster, more furiously than the previous day. He sighed to himself, shifting to let his feet touch the floor. Hissing at the cold kissing the bottoms of his feet, he trudged to the bathroom and rubbed his arms. It was certainly cold outside of his little cocoon.

‘Gotta be quick. Don’t want pretty boy getting mad at me.’

The words echoed in his mind as he handled his business, stepping out once his hands had been thoroughly washed and dried. He noticed the little lump beneath the covers, a slow rising and falling signalling that he had been asleep– or so he thought. 

Slipping into the bed once more, the blond froze for a second when he felt arms encircling his body. He chuckled quietly. 

“Mornin, sunshine.” He cooed lovingly.

“Time is it?” A sleepy, slurred voice asks.

“Little after 6, we should get up and eat something.”

“AM?”

“No, baby, PM, we’ve been in bed all day.”

“But you love being lazy…”

“I know, but I also like knowing that you’re fed. Up you get, come on.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

“Do you really want to find the answer to that?”

“...Maybe I do.”

“Get your ass up, Steve, or I’ll make you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Steve purred.

That was before he received a smack with the pillow.

“Get up, asshole.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“You know that’s a lie.” Billy warned before standing to his feet. 

“Count of three…”

“You’re not actually-”

“One.”

“Baby, please-”

“Two.” He crouched slightly, narrowing his eyes with a smirk growing across his lips.

“Fine! Fine!”

“Three.” Grabbing Steve’s ankles, Billy dragged him towards the floor, earning a yelp in the process.

Before long, his feet were hitting the floor and Steve screeched. “HOLY FUCK- COLD!”

“I warned you. Don’t say I didn’t.”

“I’m gonna freeze my ass off.” Steve whined.

“Shoulda gotten up when I warned you.” Billy said as he hoisted the brunette over his shoulder, carrying him downstairs to the kitchen.

“Oh, I could get used to this.” 

“Shut up you.”

~*~

About an hour later, dinner was on the stove and Steve was tending to it. 

“Can’t believe you dragged me out of bed to cook for your ass.”

“You love my ass, so don’t even go there.” Billy smirked, throwing a wink his direction while sipping on a mug of hot chocolate. 

“I hate your ass right now.” Steve grumbled, stirring the pot with the ladle.

Somehow, Billy had talked him into fixing a pot of his famous soup. Usually, he only made that when he requested it or whenever the kids were sick. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some chicken noodle soup. His famous secret though? Steve threw in a little bit of rice and some egg in to make it heartier.

Steve wasn’t sure why this was Billy’s favorite soup or why he requested it so often. Part of him thinks it’s because the blonde doesn’t have to cook. However, he was also believing the theory that everything tasted better when prepared by someone you love. 

Billy certainly thought so at least. He knew it tasted amazing because it was Steve cooking it. Science did say something about that. He didn’t remember what right now, but he would believe it in a heartbeat. 

“Hell yeah, thanks, babe.” He took the bowl happily and the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches that Steve fixed. He pressed a kiss to his cheek with a resounding ‘mwah’ sound to make the brunette flustered.

No matter how long they had been dating, it always made him blush.

He snickered as his face turned as red as the mug sitting on the counter.

“Keep that up and I won’t cook for you ever again.” Steve pointed a finger.

“You wouldn’t.” He gasped exasperatedly.

“Try me.” Steve turned around to clean up the dishes, all the while, trying to hide the fact he was indeed flustered. 

~*~

After dinner, the couple usually either watched a movie or they were snuggled up in bed talking. 

Right now, neither of those things were happening.

Instead, Billy had an idea.

“Baby,” he started, obviously trying to get the other’s attention, “can we bake some cookies?”

“Bake? You wanna try baking?” Steve seemed surprised.

“Yeah, I want to try my hand at it.” Billy smiled innocently. “How about you teach me how to make those chocolate chip cookies of yours?”

“Well, shit, why not.” Steve figured as he stood up. “But you’re going to help me bake these damn cookies if we’re doing it from scratch.”

“I wouldn’t make you do all the work.” Billy said innocently.

Steve’s narrowed gaze made him smirk again. “Well, I would, but I’ll help.”

“Good, or else.” Steve nodded in approval before taking them to the kitchen again.

They gathered the ingredients in peace per Steve’s direction and laid them out. With Steve’s guidance, Billy was able to start measuring out the ingredients.

That was… until he got a wicked idea.

Grabbing the powdered sugar, he gathered some into his hand. “Hey babe?”

“Yeah, Bills?”

“It’s snowing outside right?”

“Have you seen the snow? It’s more so blizzard-ing.” Steve scoffed. “The hell you asking me that for?”

“Oh, well, I think the window’s open. Some got in here.” Billy responded casually.

Steve’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “What?! How?!”

Billy smirked before lifting his hand, revealing the small pile of sugar he collected. Taking a breath, he blew it towards Steve’s face, getting it all over the unsuspecting man. 

“What the fu-” 

He sneezed and shot more sugar everywhere. Billy was howling with laughter, gripping the counter in an attempt to not fall over. Steve couldn’t help but join in. Have you heard Billy Hargrove laugh? Truly laugh? It was so hard not to. 

However, Steve had an equally evil idea. Grabbing a fist full of cocoa powder, he blew the tiny mound right into Billy’s face. He started coughing hard. 

“What the hell?” His eyes shot wide. 

Now it was Steve’s turn to laugh. He wheezed from the sugar in his lungs, but totally worth it. The tears that streaked down his face leaving little sugar trails.

“You mother-” Billy cut himself off and grabbed some flour, clapping it across Steve’s cheeks.

An all out brawl ensued then. Ingredients were flying around the kitchen without care.

Their laughter died down as it shifted into panting breaths. They wiped their faces and observed the mess they created together.

“Damn, we made a mess.” Billy snorted and a puff of cocoa flew from his nostrils. 

He tried not to cough up a lung. After all, he had given up smoking ages ago.

“We sure did.” Steve agreed as his hands went to his hips. “You started it though.”

Needless to say, their brownies were not made that night. After cleaning up the kitchen, they were too tired to bake. Instead, they decided to end their night by getting clean in a different way. Once they were showered, the boys laid down in bed together. 

A soft kiss was placed to Billy’s shirtless chest. “Mm, best snow day ever.”

“Agreed.” Billy answered as he rubbed circles on his back.

The moment was nice between them as they listened to the soft music from the radio.

“Too bad we don’t have any brownies.” Billy decided to tease him.

“Fuck off, it’s all your fault.”

The former Californian laughed again. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a snowy night in, nor a better person to share it with either.

Everything was perfect.

A Cup of Love - Harringrove

Hooray! My first official post for @harringrovewinterbingo ! I've had a lot of stuff come up, but I hope you enjoy this Harringrove fluff!

Square & Prompt: A1 - Hot Chocolate and Warm Hugs

Rating: SFW, hella fluff

Word Count: 880+

Major Tags: Mention of Billy’s past, Harringrove, soft Billy, slightly ooc Billy

Additional Tags (If any): Billy Hargrove needs a hug, Steve Harrington needs a hug

Summary (for fan fiction): After all the drama in his life, Billy finally feels safe and secure in this little life he’s built with the right person.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Snow sucks. It’s too cold, unpredictable, and sticks to every-damn-thing. At least back in California, they’d rarely ever see snow. While he missed the sunny days and surfing, this was exactly where he needed to be.

Years ago, he would have disagreed. He would have done everything he possibly could to turn tail and head back to those same sunny days. He wouldn’t have thought he could be as happy now as he was back then.

Turns out, fate has a funny way of showing things.

After all the monster hunting, wounds to the chest, and the years beaten into him of how imperfect he was, he knew that was all the past. He knew monsters were really real nowadays. Long nights of nightmares, hospitals, and all the healing he had to do were the roughest part. It was also dealing with a lot of ugly feelings brought up in said situation. He didn’t think peace would be part of his life. 

Right now, that wasn’t something he thought about.

Dusting off his jacket, Billy huffed and headed back towards the cabin. Warmth would be waiting for him as well as a hot shower. Maybe, with some luck and convincing, he could get some homemade soup out of the deal. Stepping inside the foyer, Billy shrugged off his heavy winter jacket, slipped off his boots, and he hung up his jacket with care. He immediately sighed in satisfaction from feeling the warm air brushing against his frozen skin. He was not used to the cold nights or snowy days, but at least he was happy.

“Baby, is that you?” A voice called distantly, likely in the living room area, he’d guess.

“Who else would it be?” He called back over his shoulder.

A soft chuckle followed that question.

“I suppose you’re right. Come on in.” The voice answered.

Stepping out of the front area, he flicked off the unnecessary lights as he passed through the wooded cabin. He smiled warmly while taking in the sight before him. Sitting on the floor was a very cozy, warm appearing boyfriend of his tending to the fire in the fireplace. He had on one of Billy’s oversized sweaters, a pair of sweatpants, fluffy socks, and he was poking the wood around with the poker. 

“There you are, did you get some more wood?” Steve asked as he set down the firepoker, smiling at the blonde.

“Mhm. Probably not enough for the time I spent cutting.” He answered as he made his way over to the fire itself, instantly embraced by the warmth given off by the flames. He took a seat beside Steve as the brunette wrapped a blanket around them. 

There was a mug placed in his hands and he sighed in content, smelling the fresh cocoa that was likely brewed over said fire. He lifted the cup to his lips, taking a swig of the hot liquid. A delighted hum leaving his throat before he settled his gaze on Steve’s face, obviously awaiting a response. 

“Best cup yet, thanks baby.” He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I think you did a damn good job.”

A soft giggle escaped the brunette’s lips as he shakes his head. “You say that all the time.”

“And I mean it all the time.” 

Billy’s free arm wrapped around Steve’s waist, pulling him closer as he leaned his head into the gap of his neck. “Mm, you’re so warm.” He placed a soft kiss to the skin.

A shocked gasp left Steve’s body.

“Shit, babe, you’re so cold!” He said while he felt Billy wrapping around him like a cobra.

“Can you blame me? You’re warm.” He set down his mug, slipping his hands under his sweater.

“Oh my god! Stop!” Steve complained and he tried to nudge his hands away.

“Make me.” The former Californian challenged in his deep, raspy voice he loved so much.

“You need to bundle up more, I swear to god, you don’t listen to me.”

“Again, make me, pretty boy.” 

Steve didn’t have a response for that one. He was too busy trying not to choke on the words from his boyfriend. He lightly shoved his shoulder. “Asshole.” He murmured.

Billy’s deep chuckle resounded in his ear, reminding him that this was his true self, his safe, warm, protected self. He was happy, he was safe, he was loved. Love… Though they’ve been together for a few years now, it still made his heart skip a beat whenever he thought about being in love with him.

“I love you, California.”

“I love you more, Indiana.” The reply came easily, almost as easily as breathing.

“Do I get a kiss now? I almost froze my ass off for you.”

Steve laughed, “Yeah, yeah, come here, handsome.” He put a hand on the back of the blonde’s head, gently guiding him up for a kiss.

“Mmm, chocolatey.” He purred like a cat who caught his prey.

“You’re a dork.”

“Only yours.” He said as he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him in a loving embrace.

Steve nuzzled against him, pressing a kiss to his head. “I like the sound of that.”

“Then you’re gonna like the sound of being mine forever someday.”

“Yeah, that too.” He blushed. "That too."

Life was better now. He had warm cuddles, hot chocolate, and a cup of love to go with it.

"Lie to Me"

This is another entry for @harringrovesummerbingo !!

Square & Prompt: A3 - “Lie to Me”

Rating: Angsty

Word Count: 3.1k

Major Tags: Harringrove (obviously), angst, like the most hurtful piece I’ve probably written, blood, mentions of wounds, confession of feelings, aaaangst, character death

Summary: When things go wrong in the Starcourt Mall, who’s going to be there for you when things all go wrong? Billy doesn’t have anyone, or so he thinks. That is, until things go wrong for him to find out.

Who can you count on when things go south? Who’s going to be there for you to patch your wounds when you get in a huge fight?

If you were to ask Steve, he would easily say this group of weirdos that he pulled together last minute.

If you ask Billy, he’d answer nobody. He couldn’t count on his friends back in California, they’ve probably long forgotten him. Tommy H and Carol weren’t even his close friends either. They were groupies looking for the next hottest commodity, him. 

What happens when you lose that fight?

Steve would answer he gets drugged by the Russians and forced to tell the truth about something he doesn’t even want to spill out. He was pretty sure his head would be raging about that one. It was already bad enough he got the shit beaten out of him by Hargrove and he hated him for that, but he understood his panic about Max. That part he could forgive, now his comment about Lucas? Absolutely not.

That was his kid. He wasn’t going to play around when it came to his kids. Hell, Billy couldn’t blame him for protecting his little sister. In fact, nobody could actually. He realized he lost his connection to her the moment she decided to drug him and knock him out in that abandoned house.

He lost everything.

Billy wasn’t the type to sulk about, in fact, he was going to do the exact opposite. He was going to pretend like none of this shit bothered him.

That’s why he almost had a thing with Mrs. Wheeler. Yeah, he doesn’t like to think about that. It was only for show anyway since he felt sick the moment she started to reciprocate and pretend to think about leaving her husband to be with him.

God, what was he thinking?

That night when he was driving to the motel, he was actually going to break it off. He wasn’t going to continue flirting with her since someone else had caught his eye. He had it bad for Harrington; that he wasn’t proud to admit, but it was something.

He’d stopped flirting with girls, stopped trying to pick them up, and instead, he started to lay it thick on the brunette boy. Though he was older, Billy took that as a challenge to keep doing it. He liked pushing the envelope and seeing how much he could get away with.

Crash. Squealing of brakes. Smashing of glass.

After he had wrecked by the old mill, Billy pulled himself out of his car for now to investigate what the hell had happened. Rubbing the back of his head, his sharp blue eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of what could have made him crash. Raising his brow, Billy knew it was better not to ask who was there in the darkness. Huffing to himself, he shook his head and turned around to return to his car. 

Fwoop. Snatch!

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed as something wrapped around his ankles, pulling him back towards that abandoned factory. “Hey! What the fuck, let go of me!” He roared as he tried to kick whatever had its hold on him off of him. “LET! GO!”

His heart was racing with something he was very familiar with, fear. His screams were contained within the walls of the steelworks, his hands gripping everything in his path to try and hold himself off. His cries of anguish weren’t heard by anyone and he was sure this was how he died. Someone had him and they weren’t going to let go anytime soon.

A single tear slid down his cheek as he whispered an apology into the darkness.

“I’m sorry Steve… I’m sorry Max…”

That was all before he was dragged into the darkness.

~*~

“What are you doing out here, amigo?” He confidently strides up to Steve, playing coy for a moment. He noticed a figure in the window as soon as they started talking. Now wasn’t the time to draw attention there yet.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Steve retorts and puts his hands on his hips. Bitchy, he liked that in the man.

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing, all day. Then I find her out here with you, in a stranger’s house, and you lie to me about it.” Billy’s face contorts with an almost angered expression.

“She’s not with me, man.” Steve scoffed.

Suddenly, Billy gestures with his lit cigarette towards a window, seeing a familiar figure in the dim lighting of the house.

“Then who’s that?”

“Oh shit.”

The air was knocked out of Steve’s lungs as he hit the ground. Billy tossed his finished cigarette into the woods somewhere and he exhaled the smoke.

“I told you to plant your feet, pretty boy.” 

Then he swaggered on into the house, the door closing behind him.

Stars danced on the edge of Steve’s vision as he was once again knocked down. He couldn’t lose. Not this time.

So he pushed himself to his feet and chased after him.

~*~

Dark. Everything was so dark. Billy began to wonder what happened as he recalled that sudden memory. Was this all Steve’s plan? Did his little group of freaks crash his car and do this to him?

No, they weren’t smart enough for that.

Well, maybe the curly-haired one, that kid was freakishly smart from what Max told him.

Either way, he didn’t like this.

“Hello?” He called out as he stumbled through the dark, attempting to find a light source, anything like that.

“This isn’t funny.”

“You mean you do not like this game?” A growling voice questioned him.

There was a chill in his bones. Something didn’t feel right here.

“What the fuck? No, I don’t like this! Let me go!”

“Oh, but we cannot. We have work to do, William.” 

Yeah, Billy most definitely did not like that.

“What do you mean?” His heart rate picked up, obviously frightened by the voice and how it knew his name. His real name. Not the nickname he went by.

“You and I have work to do. These people, this place, it did not give you anything. I will make things right, you will see. Everything will be perfect.”

“Stop speaking in fucking riddles! Tell me what you want from me!”

A deep chuckle rang out, making the ends of his hair stick up on his neck. Something was deeply wrong here and he didn’t know how to go about fixing it.

“We will start by fixing your relationships with your family. Your sister will thank you for this.” 

“Leave Max out of this!”

He was met by silence, then suddenly, he was left alone it felt like.

The darkness quickly gave way to a window opening, which he seemed to realize was his body. He watched as his hands lifted up, his ring glinting in the pale sunlight as it crept through the boarded up windows.

“Oh shit.”

That wasn’t him moving anything. 

That thing was moving him.

And he had no idea where it was headed.

~*~

Hissing, the creature hated the fireworks as they hit his body, and Billy stood still, watching it all happen from inside. He was screaming for himself to wake up, to not harm anyone else. He was tired of seeing the destruction that befell his hands. He had already sacrificed Heather and her family to this thing. Now, he had to watch as it was after that girl Max was friends with.El, he seemed to recall. 

Before he knew it, his body was turning, heading towards the girl as she was on the ground. He was wrestling with her in an attempt to pick her up. Her leg was damaged and she was a prime target for that creature who was made up of their townspeople, the people who had lived in this town and he had made fun of. Soon, the monster slammed him away from the window, his body slamming into the floor. He picked himself up and he decided to sit on the nearest surface, a perfect mockup of his bed. 

He hoisted himself up, sitting down on the not so plush surface to wait. Tears were falling down his face at this point. Nobody could save him, not even himself. This creature had caused mass destruction and the town was fearful. He didn’t know if anyone was left. Or if anything was left for that matter. All there seemed to be was this stupid mall. 

Billy balled himself up and he let the tears flow, apologies flowing from his lips.

~*~

Basketball. He was good at that.

His father had found out that he wasn’t actually into girls. He screamed at him and berated his son, throwing punches left and right, beating the hell out of him to “teach him a lesson”. Blood poured from his nose, bruises were blossoming underneath his t-shirt. Neil wasn’t stupid enough to leave marks were people could see them.

That’s what made getting away with it so easy. Neil didn’t have to worry about Billy snitching to anyone because that would mean he loses the roof over his head, he loses the food that’s on the table, and he loses access to the one person who treated him like a son. 

He took beatings for Max too. She was too young to go through that.

He wasn’t going to lay a finger on her.

This one was particularly bad. He sat on his bed and wiped his nose, wheezing from the beating he took. Hearing a soft knock at the door, he didn’t even move. He knew that was Max from the pattern of her knocks. He didn’t have the strength to tell her to piss off. He could actually use the company.

“‘Min.” He muttered.

Max must have understood, or she was coming in anyway, that was a choice too. Lifting his head, Billy acknowledged her with a nod. A soft gasp escaped her as she took in the sight before her. Neil hadn’t been so careful this time and really let Billy have it. His nose was busted, his lip was too, and his eye was swelling shut. There was no way he could write that off as an accident.

The red-haired girl approached him with a first aid kit. It broke his heart knowing she had to know how to fix him up. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Max opened the kit and immediately began tending to his wounds.

“How d’ya know how to-”

“Fix you? I’ve bandaged you up a few times.. You know, Mom showed me how to do this.” She answered with a soft scoff. “He beat the hell out of you, huh?”

“I’ll fuckin say.” Billy muttered and winced as she put a cotton ball on his forehead. It was soaked with hydrogen peroxide to clean out the wound. Damn, she’d be a good nurse if she wanted to be.

“You shouldn’t have to do this.” He said quietly, so quietly that Max almost didn’t hear him.

“What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t? After all, you took that one for me, didn’t you?”

“No… I deserved it.”

“Why?” Max questioned as she paused wiping the wound to bandage it.

“He found out I don’t play for the same team.” Billy answered somberly.

“What does that-” Max paused to process what he said, “Oh…”

“Yeah, oh.”

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” Max whispered.

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do this to me.”

“Because you didn’t deserve it.” 

Billy’s bottom lip nearly trembled from hearing how heartbroken she sounded. After she closed the kit and stood to leave, his arms snaked around her and pulled her in for a hug. Leaning his forehead against her stomach, he swear he didn’t feel the tears start racing until she hugged him back.

One day they’d get out of there. One day he wouldn’t have to hide who he is.

~*~

“You ever think about what it would be like to get out of here?” Billy questioned one night. 

He and Steve were at the Harrington residence and smoking outside by the pool. It was a warm enough night and the pool had been cleaned since Barb’s death. He wasn’t about to let some bad juju come back while he was trying to have a good night.

Steve exhaled his smoke. “I do, yeah… Other times, I feel-” He paused to think of the word he was looking for.

“Trapped?” Billy finished.

“Yeah, yeah, trapped. That’s it.” He took another drag from his cigarette.

“You never did tell me why you called so suddenly. And what happened to you?” Steve asked as he turned his attention towards the blonde.

“My dad found out something I was hiding from him and he didn’t take it too well.”

“Shit, dude, I’m sorry.” Steve’s expression softened and his brows furrowed in worry. “Don’t hit me for this. But why did he hurt you? Like what exactly did he find out?”

Billy chuckled softly, ironically even.

“Neil Hargrove doesn’t like the fact that his son likes dick, not pussy.”

“O-Oh.” Steve coughed and he tried to recover from what he had just heard.

“Right on, good for you dude.” Steve flushed with a brilliant shade of red. “How’d you find that out?”

“I tried sleeping around, nothing ever felt… right. Not until I met someone.” He shrugged. “Not like I’m going to pursue anything with him though.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think he plays for the opposite team. He likes chicks too much.” Billy shrugs.

“Well, how do you know?” Steve questioned, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him now.

Billy took that moment to look at him. “I don’t know, Harrington, do you like dudes?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed inquisitively. “I- why are you asking m- oh.”

It was silent between the two of them for a while until Billy stood up. “That was stupid, forget it.” 

Before the blonde could completely walk away, Steve stood up quickly and caught his wrist.

“Hey, I never said I didn’t like dudes.” Steve smiled softly.

“You also didn’t answer my question. Just let me go, we’ll forget about it.” Billy tried to yank his hand away.

But that was before Steve caught his jaw, pulling him in for a searing kiss. 

His eyes widened before he melted into the kiss. The boys pulled away for air a moment or so later. Their eyes met; blue met brown in a clash of colors, all their feelings being unsaid, but lingering in the air. It was obvious they had a connection.

One that Billy wasn’t going to let go now that he had it.

"Be mine?"

"Fuck yeah, pretty boy. M'all yours."

~*~

The next time Billy lifted his head, he saw her standing there. That weird girl, El, her name was. He could see the 011 tattooed on her wrist. How she had one so young, he’d never know, but she was a badass in his eyes for it.

“It is time to go now.”

“Go? Go where?” He questioned. “And how are you here?”

“Go home.” El smiled. “I came to find you.”

“You mean?”

“Yes, out of here.” She extended her hand, wanting him to take it, so she could bring him home. “Back to the others, to Max, to Steve.” 

A blush creeped along his cheeks. Yeah, he wanted to go home, back to Steve, and where he felt the most comfortable. 

“Okay.” He placed his hand in hers, standing to his feet, “Take me home.”

Whoosh!

After opening his eyes, Billy’s met those concerned brown ones all over again. He was laying on top of her and keeping her pinned beneath his body. Suddenly, he felt sick, so he stood up and faced towards the loud screeching noise. The Mindflayer was extending its tentacles towards the two of them. He figured since he had been sacrificing her to it, that’s why it was creeping so slowly.

He grit his teeth together and reached out, basically pushing the tentacle’s arm away. He screamed, “Don’t touch her!”

Steve watched on with agony as Billy was doing that. “Billy stop!” His heart was pounding. Robin grabbed his hand and pulled him back. “Stop! You’re only going to get yourself killed!”

“He’s going to get himself killed! Rob let go!” He panicked and he looked at her. “Please.”

“No, Steve, I’m sorry. I can’t lose you.” Robin pleaded.

He managed to turn back, only to watch as that other tentacle impaled Billy right through the stomach. His scream erupted through the mall as he shoved the thing away from him, obviously taking back his authority.

“Fuck you! I’m not letting anyone else run my life for me!” He growled, desperately trying not to choke on his own blood. 

The next tentacle went right through his chest, making him fall to his knees. Before he could completely collapse, he felt someone cradle his head and pull him into their lap.

Cloudy blue eyes met those deep pools of chocolate.

His smile was tinted with blood, his own blood. “H-Hey pretty boy. F-fancy meeting you here.” He coughed.

“You promised me… You promised!” Steve sobbed softly.

“I-I know I did.” Billy wheezed again, staring up at him. Picking up his hand, he gently placed it on Steve’s cheek.

“Need you to do me f-favor.”

“A-Anything! I’ll do anything!” Steve sniffled.

“Lie to me, pretty boy.”

“W-What?” Steve was confused.

“Lie to me. Tell me we-we’re going to make it. T-Tell me about our lives after this.” Billy requested softly and his gaze seemed slightly far off.

“We’re going to get the hell out of here. A-And we’re, we’re going to get married. I don’t give a shit if it’s legal or not.” Steve sniffled. “I-I want a house on the beach with you. I-I want about two or three kids.” He wiped his tears away. “We’ll get a dog.”

“W-What kind of dog?” Billy wheezed.

“A golden retriever, o-or a lab. And you’ll be a mechanic to fix cars, I’ll be a teacher. We’ll just be happy, I don’t give a damn how, but we will.” Steve sniffled.

“S-Sounds good. M’tired, p-pretty boy.” Billy’s eyes were slowly shutting.

Steve knew he was losing this battle. He wasn’t going to be able to fight anymore. After all, he spent his whole life fighting. Billy had been through it all.

“Go ahead, baby, you go ahead and rest, okay?” Steve choked out.

“M’kay. L-Love you, S-Steve.”

“I-I love you too, Billy.” He stroked his cheek, getting the curls out of his face.

The gesture made Billy smile slightly before his eyes fully shut, slipping off into that peaceful warmth that he felt. His hand fell into Steve’s waiting one and a sob rang out from Steve’s chest. 

His beautiful California boy was gone. With him, Steve’s heart.

Dilated Pupils

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Chapter 24 is up!! So is AO3!! Mom holy fuck 😭

It’s been a while, but Chapter 23 is up!! 

Chapter 22 is up! Sorry if the link only takes you to the first chapter, tumblr adamantly refuses not to glitch if I try and just c/p the link instead of using the share button on ao3. 😮‍💨 Anyway, more mama drama in this one!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59219512/chapters/169490194

Chapter 21 is up!! Please check it out I read so much stupid shit about basketball for this

Chapter 20 is up!! 

Chapter 19 is up! Forgot to post this last night 😅

Chapter 18 is up!! I daresay the boys may be kind of cute in this one? Well, Steve is, at least.

Chapter 17 is up!!

This week, it's another installment of, "Will tumblr ever let me post a link normally again?" Well, no. The answer is no.

Chapter 16 is up!

Tumblr still hates it when I try to link things, sooo...

CHAPTER 15 IS UP

Tumblr continues to shit its pants whenever I try to embed an ao3 link/make a LINK post?? So yeah. If anyone knows what's up with that or how to fix it, please let me know. I'd be very appreciative.

Also this is the mommy milkers chapter. I'm sorry for what I've wrought unto this world. Sorry, but not regretful.

Chapter 14 is up!

Tumblr links aren't working again, RIP. Billy one-ups Steve in baby care, somehow.