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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, Porn With Plot, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Making Out, Creampie, Lube, Romantic Gestures, Established Relationship, Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Loves Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove is Soft for Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Billy Hargrove, Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

There were some guys who had their dream proposals planned since childhood and couldn't wait to find the right girl and get down on one knee and ask her to marry him. Billy was not one of those guys, thought those guys were stupid for most of his life in fact, but here he was ring shopping. -------------------------------- Or Same sex marriage gets legalized and Billy has a question to ask Steve.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fic rec #marriage proposal

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So I read a fanfiction that took place pre-season two so Steve and Nancy were still together, they were having a sleepover and so was Mike and the party. Lucas has a nightmare and crawls into bed with Steve to get some quality babysitter cuddles. Nancy wakes up in the morning and is naturally surprised to find someone else in bed with them, and it got me thinking

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Just Steve and his cursed cutie against the world.

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thinking real hard about Billy and Steve finding each other years after they've settled into themselves.

Billy's gone to therapy and he lives in a little house on the shoreline. Steve makes it to California. Doesn't have the six nuggets, yet. He's working insane hours at a job that isn't very lucrative, but he never had to sell his soul to his old man--

So. Point is. They're happy. Content, almost.

And then they find each other.

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Steve's burning a pot of water when the phone rings.

It's like a knife through the air. A thorn in his side, pain and annoyance ramping up to an 11 as he yanks the receiver from the wall. "Yeah, now's not a great time," He says, because the goddamn smoke alarm's gonna start wailing any second now, and Steve's neighbor is real trigger-happy when it comes to alerting the fire department. "Look, I'll call you--"

"--Why answer the phone?"

Steve would know Billy's voice anywhere, the rough and tumble drag of someone who used to live fast and hard but doesn't, anymore. "I," Steve says, "I don't--"

"--It's like. Why answer the phone if it's not a good time to talk?"

"I don't like being impolite."

Billy hums, smoke and lightning on the end of the line. "So, you weren't waiting for me to call?"

"No," Steve says. But he was. Has been since high school and all the weird, boring, disheartening years that followed until Billy appeared at the dive bar on Saturday. Like a vision. An angel.

"Damn. And here I was, taking a full 72 hours to figure out what I should say," Billy tells him.

Steve can hear a smile.

Aches to taste it, but-- "That's kinda lame, Hargrove."

"So what?"

"So. You're kinda lame, I guess."

Billy laughs at him, then, high and bright. It shoots confetti into Steve's kitchen, the curling tendrils nearly catching on fire as Steve comes back to himself. He pulls the pan of water and dumps it into the sink, killing the flame on the stove.

"Yeah, I'm a disaster. Maxine tells me all the time," Billy says, "It's just. How weird, y'know?"

"What? You?"

"No, you," Billy tells him, chuckling again. "Fell outta the sky, or something. Into a shitty dive bar."

"So did you--"

"--Fell outta my dreams."

"So did you," Steve says, and his stomach twists. Tumbles. Washing-machine guts still soiled with the bloody red spots of a decade-long crush.

"Huh. You're kinda forward, Harrington."

Steve shrugs, face burning. "Long as I'm not as lame as you are."

"Dude, I didn't say you weren't lame."

"Sure, you didn't."

Billy's next laugh Steve feels in his gut, heat pooling behind the thatch of curly down at his pelvis. "Still such a bitch, pretty boy."

"I'm just being honest. We aren't getting any younger, I'm not really interested in playing it cool, anymore."

Something rustles as Billy shifts his weight, "You were cool, once?"

"Ha-ha."

"I don't wanna play it cool, either," Billy tells him, as serious as a heart attack, "Look, can I be honest? You mind?"

Steve nods and then remembers Billy can't see him. "Go ahead."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Steve peers through the kitchen window, trying to imagine Billy somewhere on the edge of town with sunlight in his hair. Smoking in bed, naked gold until the duvet pulls him under hips first.

"Harrington, I need to see you again."

"Need is kind of dramatic."

"Maybe I'm feeling dramatic."

"Thought this was honesty hour, Hargrove?"

"It is. Honestly? I wanna kiss you," Billy tells him. "At midnight. In the pouring rain because I was too chicken-shit to do it after our first date."

Steve focuses on not swallowing his tongue. Damn near fails. "Was that a date?"

"No, it was bigger. It was the stars aligning, the start of--"

"--God, you are feeling dramatic."

"When can I see you?"

"I dunno," Steve says, fiddling with the lip of the sink, "When are we expecting rain?"

"Not sure."

Steve can hear his smile. Aches to sink into the softness. "I need a window to commit."

"Tonight. I'll make it rain."

Steve snorts, light as air. "You're crazy."

"I've had ten years to plan for this, Steve."

"Alright, lemme--" Steve pads over to the refrigerator, peering at his Kittens and Firefighters calendar. May is covered in birthdays, vacations, late nights at work, and roll-over plans from April, all hacked into the cardstock in striking red.

Steve groans and flips to June. "--Can you still make it rain in a month?"

"A month," Billy demands, "Fuck. You're hot shit but I didn't think--"

"--I have a full-time job. And friends who want to hang out when I'm not at work, but since I use all my energy at work I cancel on them, and things get moved around and--"

"--You can't make an exception for the guy who wants to eat you out?"

The pages of the calendar flutter, May settling heavy in the room. Steve swallows and his throat clicks. "Uh. My friends--"

"--Aren't gonna eat you out."

"They would. If I asked them to, at least one of them would."

"I'm not really loving that idea, pretty boy," Billy says, teasing. "What about over a lunch break?"

"You want to eat my ass over a lunch break?" Steve snorts, "I'm not a hooker."

"What's wrong with--"

"--I'm not," Steve says, "And even if I was, I'm not cheap. You couldn't afford the hour, and we'd need more than that, anyway."

"What about a sleep over?"

"A sleepover?" Steve says, turning from the refrigerator. "Like, where I come over to your house and stay until the morning?"

"Or I come over to yours, yeah."

"But--"

"Actually, let's do yours. Maxine's place is getting fumigated, so she and Lucas are staying in the guest house."

"You have a guest house?" Steve doesn't remember mention of that during their first date, but. He was distracted.

Billy laughs, "Bet I could afford your hour, pretty boy."

"I thought," Steve says, twirling the phone cord around his hand, "In high school, I remember you telling Becky Gordes that you don't do sleepovers."

"I'm gay."

"Okay, but what about Eddie Munson? The whole school thought you were fucking him, did he ever sleep--"

"--No, my dad would've killed both of us," Billy tells him, and. Something in his voice makes Steve's blood run cold. Makes him believe it.

So he shifts gears, "But. Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Who said anything about a sleepover tonight," Billy says. Steve imagines the look on his face. Shit-eating grin bright and sharp and beautiful as always. "Unless you want me to come over tonight?"

"I never said that."

"I can work wherever I want. I don't have to go in at all, if I don't want to."

Steve pads over to his junk drawer, digging around for a red pen. "What does Saturday look like for you?" He bites the cap off, holding it like a straw in the curl of his tongue.

Billy laughs, "I thought you said you weren't free until next month?"

Steve chews on the cap for a moment, pen shaking over the cardstock surface of his calendar. He imagines Billy like he was that night. Different but exactly the same. Charming and soft in a way that only comes from the toil of regeneration. Years and years shedding skin.

He'd been funny and smart. Quick wittted.

Sweet. Like cotton fuckin' candy.

Steve remembers not wanting the date to end, not believing that the universe would give him Billy with no strings attached and laying awake that night, hoping Billy would call, and that they'd get their chance, and now--

"Shit. What the fuck am I doing?" Steve asks, but it comes out garbled and messy and wrong. Comes out sounding like, she whale the food ham ding dong.

Billy laughs at him, again, anyway. "What?"

Steve spits the pen cap onto the counter. "You really want to eat me out tonight?"

"Damn--"

"--Because. I was too fucking stupid to realize what was happening between us in high school. Or. What was happening to me when I saw you in high school, and this is important to me," Steve says in a rush. Fuck being subtle, right? "We're not getting any younger. And I haven't slept with anyone for a long time, much less someone who I've wanted for as long as I can remember, so if you're going to come over here and fuck me--"

"Or talk," Billy says gently. "We could talk more. Get to know each other."

Steve listens to the static on the other end of the line.

"I want to get to know you again, Steve," Billy says.

And Steve cracks. Like a bowl in the microwave, curdling under pressure and heat. "Alright, just. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"For what?"

"My address," Steve says, leaning against the sink, "I want to get to know you, too."

"Tonight," Billy asks, digging around for something.

"Tonight," Steve says. "What the hell."

"Great."

"You've got something to write with?"

"Yeah," Billy says, sounding like he's barely holding it together. "Yeah, just. Whenever you're ready."

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That night, after, just as Steve falls asleep in Billy's arms--

It rains.

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It had to be done

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Steve makes a very good point this time

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Billy being the sourest, brattiest boyfriend and he’s calling Steve “Pretty Boy” “Sweetness” “Sugar” “Babycakes” and “Prettiest.”

Steve who’s soft as hell for Billy but still calls him “jackass.”

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Everyone’s a lil concerned but Billy’s fine!

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no thoughts just Billy pressing a dozen kisses to Steve’s face

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steve harrington would take proper care of the eraserhead baby

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Hm…. I don’t think his watch is fully waterproof..

Here’s my Steddie contribution for Mermay!

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"I don't see how anyone can like stranger things after (insert thing from show)" baby I am in love with a version of stranger things that is so gay, so horny, and so far detached from canon that you wouldn't even be able to comprehend it.

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Steddie Mermay! 7/16

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oop 2023 u.s. census baby names list just dropped. olivia has once again reigned supreme 🙃

I feel like non-conformist Eddie takes it just a liiiiiitle bit personally every time one of his daughters’ names moves higher up that list. Amelia (Robbie’s actual first name) creeps into the top 20 in 2013 and slowly makes its way further and further up. It’s been in the top 5 2021-2023 and Eddie is not at all thrilled about it.

Steve, after listening to Eddie complain for half an hour: Sorry, in what way are you being negatively affected by our daughter’s name ending up on a list of popular names twenty years after she was born.

Eddie: Steve. How are our children supposed to have unique identities if she’s one of – *checks laptop* – twelve thousand other Amelias.

Steve: Uh, she’s plenty unique.

Steve: Also, in case you forgot, we don’t call her Amelia. She’s been Robbie basically since birth.

Steve, pointing at Moe: That’s your fault, by the way.

Moe, unfazed: Check Lucy.

Eddie: *checking lucy*

Eddie: 40

Moe *laughs*: Top 40s?! Dad, if I was music, I’d be playing on a pop station.

Eddie: *indignant spluttering*

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Harrington & Steve Harrington's Mother, Steve Harrington & Steve Harrington's Father, Steve Harrington & Steve Harrington's Parents, Steve Harrington & The Party Characters: Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Parents, Steve Harrington's Mother, Steve Harrington's Father, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, The Party (Stranger Things), gangs all here Additional Tags: Hurt Steve Harrington, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Hospitals, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, POV Outsider, POV Third Person, POV Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington Has Absent Parents, but their here now, Steve Harrington Has Good Parents, or at least trying to be good, the barest hint of ronance Summary:

Robin Buckley awaits news of her platonic soulmate's fate after the battle with Venca only for the most unexpected people to arrive, his parents! ---------------------------- Robin had just come up with a sixth approach when a couple came sprinting into the hospital. The pair were extremely well dressed especially for Hawkins, both wearing full designer suits, the woman was carrying her heels in her hand the other clutching the mans tightly.

#steve harrington #mrs harrington #mr harrington #stobin #platonic stobin #robin buckley #fic rec