#eventual harringrove

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Billy and Max sibling content owns my heart rn and I wanted to do some justice or a small fix-it for them post S3 if Billy survived. this is more one-sided sibling content since it’s mostly Max reflecting on things, but then Steve fucking Harrington wormed his way into this and now I’m thinking about how Max and Billy’s relationship could have an effect on Steve and Billy’s and vice versa. consider this a part one because i will write a part 2 or 3 if even one person expresses interest 😂

Max & Billy, Steve Harrington, post-S3 hurt/comfort

tw hospital atmosphere, mention of tracheotomy for ventilator use, mention of feeding tube, mention of wounds

@black-wolf066 i feel like you’d maybe appreciate this? we both want more Billy and Max sibling content and I am nothing if not a provider, so…🤍

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Max is at the hospital for the rest of the summer after Starcourt. Not because she needs to be, she’s mostly fine, but she wants to be there - and if she doesn’t, who’s going to visit Billy?

She gets Steve to drop her off every time her mom can’t, and she figures that maybe he feels guilty because he never says ‘no’.

Not guilty enough to come up and see Billy, though.

Not like there’s much to see, she supposes. Billy’s been in a coma ever since he was pulled from the mall, actually declared dead for a few minutes before they’d managed to revive him and immediately put him under. She still can’t decide if she’s happy or not that he survived.

But, despite the complexity of her emotions and feelings, she knows one thing: she wants to be there for him. He was shitty to her and she was shitty back, but he didn’t deserve what had happened to him. Maybe.

The way he’d begged and sobbed in that hot sauna still haunts her. She’d wanted to help but she had no idea how to, not when the Mindflayer had its claws sunk so deep into Billy. She hadn’t thought it possible to get him back, until she’d seen it herself, but even then it was too late. All she could do was cry over his body, wanting so desperately for him to get up, because he was strong. He worked out every day, he could do it, it should’ve been so easy—

“Hey - we’re here.”

Blinking out of her thoughts, Max glanced out of the window to see the familiar building before looking back over at her driver.

Steve is, as usual, biting the inside of his cheek and looking at her a little funny. Like he’s trying to figure her out.

“Oh,” she clears her throat with a nod, “Yeah, thanks. My mom can pick me up after her shift, so…”

“So you don’t need a ride back. Got it.”

Their relationship isn’t much. They’ve been through things together, yeah, but they’re not close. Not like him and Dustin, at least. But they’re close enough for Steve to understand that these visits to the hospital are important to her.

She offers him a tiny smile in thanks before climbing out, shutting the door and giving a wave before going in, shouldering her backpack as she does.

The sterile scent is always a little nauseating. Clean, sharp, invading. But it’s familiar now, and she takes the stairs up to that same room she frequents, listening to the sound of her shoes gently squeaking in the quiet hallways.

Room 211.

The beeping of the heart monitor greets her first as she pushes the door in, leaving it wide open as she goes into the room and sees Billy there, still asleep and still breathing thanks to the machines around and in him.

“Hey,” she says softly as she goes over to her usual spot: in the brown chair beside his bed, her back to the window. She shoulders off her bag and sits, placing the bag between her legs as she takes a moment to look at him, searching for any minute differences.

But there’s nothing. His eyelashes are longer than before, though. His blond hair is the same, maybe needs a wash. His skin is still a little pale, even with his summer tan. His lips are dry. His jaw is rough with stubble.

He’s still Billy, even with the tube in his neck and nose and the wounds healing under thick gauze.

“I, um…brought some music,” she says as she unzips her bag and pulls out her walkman, along with a few of his favourite tapes, “Don’t be mad, but I did go into your room to get these…” she mutters as she pulls out the tape from the Black Sabbath case and shoves it into her walkman. She places the headphones carefully next to his head on the pillow and presses ‘play’, turning the volume up just enough for the music to flow out through the soft spongey speakers.

Ensuring the walkman is settled on the bed next to Billy’s hand, she digs into her backpack again, pulling out her homework this time. It’s easier to get it done here than at home, and sometimes she likes to ask Billy if he knows the answer to some of her math equations - it makes her giggle, in a slightly twisted way. She’s sure he would appreciate the joke.

And she likes to pretend that this is quality time with her brother. That they’re bonding. And it’s fucking pathetic and sad as hell, but it’s better than nothing. Better than what they had before.

The thought makes her pause, her hands gripping her notebook tight as her bottom lip quivers. Her eyes prick with tears. Her cheek warm. The lump forms in her throat.

Here it comes.

She can’t help it and she doesn’t bother to, not anymore. She shoves her notebook and papers aside to bury her face in the starchy hospital sheets, her sobs muffled as she grips the blanket in her hands and cries for her brother, for herself. For what she’s sorry for and what she wishes she could tell him if he were awake.

She cries so hard she doesn’t hear the first time someone clears their throat.

When she hears it the second time, she looks up at Billy, her face wet and hot and full of hope until she sees him still asleep. She glances over at the door and feels shame wash over her.

Steve looks just as embarrassed and uncomfortable, his expression twisted to show it, and he mumbles, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she mutters even though it’s not.

“Should…” he makes an almost funny attempt to step back and forth, totally and clearly unsure of how to proceed, “Should I go?”

And she wants to say ‘yes’. She wants to tell Steve to leave, to get out, because this is her time with her brother and she’s clearly grieving something bigger than her - but then she realizes that Steve is here. In Billy’s hospital room. He had to sign in as a visitor downstairs, under Billy Hargrove.

Billy’s first non-familial visitor in the almost three weeks he’s been here.

So, she shakes her head ‘no’ and watches him step further into the room, those big brown eyes peeking at Billy and widening as he sees the machines her brother is hooked up to.

“Oh,” he blinks, his lips parted in shock, and she wants to laugh at him but she doesn’t.

Instead, she wipes the tears from her cheeks and sniffles wetly, resting her chin on top of her hands as she eyes her brother with Steve, watching Billy’s damaged chest slowly move up and down with the ventilator.

“Sometimes I just sit here and, um,” she wipes at her nose, pausing as she furrows her brows, “I read somewhere that sleep…heals your body. It wipes away all the ‘bad’ stuff in it. So, when I’m here, like this, I just…imagine his blood cells cleaning up his lungs and heart and stomach and wherever they need to.”

She glances over at Steve, who has this unreadable expression on his face, and she laughs wryly, “I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Steve insists quietly.

“It is,” she smirks, but there’s nothing behind it - no malice, no amusement, no sarcasm, nothing. She’d learned that from Billy. “But, it helps. I like to think he’s getting better, rather than just…wasting away on this bed with tubes stuck in him.”

They fall into silence again, the sounds of the machines doing little to swallow up the sound of Black Sabbath playing through the headphones, which Steve hears.

“You play music? For him?” He asks curiously, hovering at the foot of Billy’s bed now, his eyes trained on the walkman.

She nods and wipes at her face as she straightens in her seat, “Yeah. I don’t know if he hears it or not, but if I were to be in his place, I’d want someone to play me something. Talk to me. Be with me.”

Steve nods in agreement or understanding, maybe both, and she can’t help but to stare at him. He notices and gives her a tight smile.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” She finally asks.

The way his smile falls makes her feel a little bad, but only a little. No one gave a shit about Billy, and Steve didn’t have a good relationship with him to begin with, so to see him standing here is…strange.

And maybe Steve doesn’t know why, either, because he shoves his hands into his pockets with a small shrug, eyeing Billy again. “I, um,” he starts, brows furrowing, “I guess I’m just…curious.”

“Curious?”

“Yeah.”

“About..?”

Steve looks at her again, chewing his bottom lip as he thinks. Max knows Steve isn’t stupid. He may have his moments, sure, but he’s smart in his own way.

“I guess I’m curious about how you…go about forgiveness…and understanding,” he tilts his head towards Billy, “Him.”

Maybe she’d given him too much credit.

Her face twists a little, both in disbelief and confusion as she reiterates, “You’re standing at the foot of my unconscious brother’s hospital bed because you’re curious as to how I, his sister, forgive and understand him?”

Steve’s lips purse a little and he shifts his weight foot to foot, eyeing the ceiling with a soft sigh because she’s hit the nail on the head, so to speak.

But the question now is why?

“Why?” She asks.

Steve’s eyes widen again, a little, and he pulls out a hand to gesture weakly at Billy with it, staring right into her eyes, “Because he fucking sacrificed himself for us and I’ve spent the last three weeks wondering what the hell for?” He quasi-explains, although he does sound a bit frantic and unsure.

Max sighs and sits back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest as she looks to Billy. “That makes two of us,” she mumbles, flicking her gaze back to Steve when he goes over to the other chair by the door and pulls it over to the bed, so he’s sitting across from Max.

And then they stare at each other, for a moment. Max wonders what he might be thinking about - if he has questions or if he wants to know more about Billy, or how to move on from here, because he did mention forgiveness and understanding. And those two things are hard to get with Billy. Always have been and probably always will be.

But there’s no harm in trying.

Steve settles in his chair, deeper, like he’s getting ready to stay a while, and sighs, “So…what do you usually talk to him about?”

And she wonders how Billy will react, when he finally wakes up and she tells him that Steve Harrington was the first to visit him.

Maybe he’ll laugh. Maybe he’ll be shocked. Maybe he won’t care.

They’ll just have to wait and see.

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #hargrove mayfield siblings #eventual harringrove #hurt/comfort #although i don’t know how comforting this was lol #i’m so tempted to write more so maybe this is part 1 #bambiwrites

[sparkie96]

New Chapter of “007 (Another Experiment Steve Fic)” Chapter Five: “Little Wanderer”

“Will?” El asked, interest piqued as she made herself known, accidentally scaring the trio and making them yell out in surprise, “Hopper is looking for a Will. My brother knows his brother, Jonathan Byers.”

The trio were in shock and confused for a moment, giving her odd looks, “Uh…and you are…?” Mike asked, raising a brow.

“What are you doing out in the middle of the woods?” Max asked in concern.

“I live here.” El said as though it was obvious, pointing back to the cabin, and then to herself, “I’m Eleven.”

“You’re eleven years-old?” Dustin asked, but then his eyes widened in realization, “Wait? Did you knock the knife out of Troy’s hand? Did you move the leaves and sticks and shit? How did you do that? Are you from that weird lab that is in the middle of the woods? Is that where you live?”

El furrowed her brows, now the confused one, “No. My name is El. And I used my powers to do that. And I used to…but I live with my brother and Dad in the cabin in the woods.” She pointed back to the direction of the cabin.

(Read more below!)

#ao3feed #007 another experiment steve fic #new chapter #Steve Harrington #one / henry / vecna #Eleven #Jane Hopper #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #eventual Harringrove #Vecna x Steve #Steve Harrington x Henry Creel #I don’t know their ship name #omegaverse #stranger things #ao3 update

[hargrove-mayfields]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

It’s that time again! Another chapter of football player! Billy has been posted! Please read the warning at the beginning of this chapter and the updated tags, it’s not an easy read. 

#billy hargrove #as always #neil hargrove is his own warning #eventual harringrove #my writing #ej writer #all angst #check summary for warnings #tw child abuse

[harringroveera]

AU where Billy comes to Hawkins and is very determined to get together with Steve

#harringrove #or maybe seer billy au #steve’s still a lil shocked dont worry he’ll get it eventually #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #incorrect harringrove quotes #harringrove meme #harringroveera #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #harringrove textpost #harringrove ship #harringrove memes #harringrove headcanon #harringrove + text posts #harringrove au #billy hargrove meme #steve x billy #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve harrington memes #incorrect steve harrington #insp: the sweet life of zack and cody #harringrove edit

[lemonhitsu]

Idk man I just really really like them together.

#my art #sketch #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things fanart #i might finish this eventually because i wanna give it to someone as a gift #can't believe this person got me all inspired #he's a blessing and a curse #thank you destiny for him

[cuepickle]

I’ve been reading To B, With Love by Triddlegrl on ao3 and now my every waking thought has been CONSUMED by cowboy billy

#he’s a crabby shit but he’s still SO 😳😳 #I literally cannot wait for the next update. I’m hooked #go and read it if you like abo harringrove #Steve is a badass too i LOVE IT #eventually I might draw Steve and Max from this universe cause I love them #idk if triddlegrl has a tumblr but #if they do #hello #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #basically a harringrove fic rec #cowboy billy #my art #doodle of the day #traditional art

[ariesbilly]

ok but LISTEN billy in the 90s teaching like freshman english riding to school on his motorcycle walking to class in his denim on denim and motorcycle boots and one dangly earring and curly mullet, everyones favorite teacher because he relates to the kids doesnt have a stick up his ass like all the older teachers, old enough to command authority but still young enough to appeal to the Youths.

and hes got one kid in his class who reminds him a little too much of his younger self, is always showing up in a pissed off mood, looks like hes barely slept, doesnt have much variety in his wardrobe, somethings definitely up. but they get along pretty good. sometimes the kid stays in billys class during lunch just to chat or billy lets him catch some sleep that isnt interferring with one of his lessons.

turns out the kids basically living on his own and through a series of events billy takes him in. becomes an older brother figure to him. gives him some guidance, helps him. and the kid helps billy out in his own way. gets far too nosy about his love life and is constantly meddling with billy and his crush on the pretty brunet pe teacher hes always seen talking to in the halls at school

everybody wins :')

#DO YOU SEE THE VISION #boy meets world merging into stranger things brain rot was bound to happen eventually just cant believe its taken me this long #harringrove

[thatgirlwithasquid]

anyway… now that ive calmed down about wolfblood, is it a good time to share the s1e1 harringrove au art i did yesterday?

“you smell like my parents” line you will always be famous

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #fanart #wolfblood au #cause i will most likely need a tag for this stuff #but like…. THE AU #it just fits too well #like— LOOK AT THEM #the rivalry!!! the territoriality!!!!! (the eventual romance!!!!!)

[weird-an]

A stupid advertisement for Surfer Boy Pizza. Along Route 1, starting in San Francisco and ending up in San Diego. Photos in every city they have a store at. A job that pays ridiculously well according to Billy.

"C'mon, do you really want to spend all your summer here?" Billy waves at their tiny kitchen where he just had to fix the sink again last week.

"You'll die here in fucking Hawkins, if you don't get out, Harrington!"

Moving in a shitty apartment with Billy Hargrove was the worst and the best decision Steve ever made in his life after his breakup with Nancy. It never gets boring and staring at a nice ass and abs whenever Billy decides shirts are a nuisance definitely helps to forget about broken dreams of a white picket fence and six kids.

"Why did they ask you to model for it? Don’t they have enough models in California?"

"Let’s just say I know a guy," Billy licks his teeth and winks at Steve. Sometimes Steve wonders if Billy really slept with all the guys he has been hinting at or if he's just a big fat liar - he tries not to think about it too hard though, because there is unreasonable jealousy hidden underneath these thoughts.

"And we both got the job."

"Both," Steve echoes. "I'm not a model."

"You've got a pretty face and I sent them the photos from graduation." Billy shrugs, but his ears turn a little red like always when he isn’t as unbothered as he seems.

Wait. Graduation. Billy isn't talking about the photos when they both put on his mother’s evening dresses after spending too much time at the keg stand with Tommy, is he?

"You fucking asshole!" Steve's cheeks burn, but its more because he remembers how good Billy looked in that flimsy blue dress.

"Takes one to know one." Billy gives him a dazzling smile like he's already on a poster. "So, whatcha sayin'?"

Steve thinks about the bunch of rejection letters sitting on his nightstand, his father’s disappointed rant about his son not able to get into college for another year and Robin's last postcard encouraging him to come see her in San Francisco.

"Fine. Whatever." Steve tries to ignore his twisting stomach when Billy's face lights up.

"Great, because I already signed us up."

Steve is sure Billy's name is just a synonym for audacity sometimes.

He rolls his eyes. "So thoughtful. Someone really needs to teach you some manners."

Billy laughs, all white teeth and sunshine. "You can try, pretty boy, you can try."

#maybe I'll write the whole thing… eventually #in the mean time have this snippet #okay so this is an idea for an au i had for a while #argyle will be there to represent the pizza company #is there any canon in sight #no #do i like it? yes. #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet

[shieldofiron]

Need more fics where they save Billy and Heather from being flayed way early on, and Heather joining the party but Heather distrusts Steve immensely because for Billy, what happened with the Byers isn’t cleared up and Heather thinks he’s a fuckboy who’s possibly creepy with children and broke Billy’s heart.

#she’d be like this man SUCKS #Heather & billy #she defends him to the death #billy hargrove #heather holloway #steve harrington #harringrove #eventually

[hgrve]

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #*mine #i will eventually use a different picture for billy but i am obsessed with that particular screen cap for now

[bigdumbbambieyes]

stop playing hard to get, Stevie 🙄

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #don’t worry billy you’ll win him over eventually #bambiedits

[sparkie96]

The Final Chapter and Epilogue of “007 (Another Experiment Steve AU)” Is Live

“It will be okay.” El said, her and Steve having found the creature, but Steve pulled her under the desk before it spotted her, “I brought it here. I have to take it back.”

“El, please.” Steve pleaded, holding the little girl close, “You don’t have to. It’s not your fault. I’m the older brother, so I need to do this…and maybe…maybe I’ll be able to bring Will back too. And Barb.”

El shook her head, pointing to the chalkboard behind the hulking creature, “Will is there. That’s what he said.”

Steve furrowed his brows at her, “Who?”

“Him. One.” She said, Steve’s heart skipping a beat in fear, “He knows we’re here. He doesn’t want to hurt us. He lied to Papa because Papa wants to hurt us. Papa is bad.”

Steve’s heart thundered loudly in his ears, unable to believe what he was hearing, feeling emotions he couldn’t even name or place. His breath was caught in his throat, feeling the corners of his eyes burning, El continuing on saying that One told her about Steve. How El reminded One of Seven. How One only wanted to protect him from Papa, because Papa wanted One to hurt him.

“He said he’s sorry…” El said as she stood then, tears falling from Steve’s eyes, “…Will is on the other side. I have to send the monster away first. I will be back.” She told him, holding up a pinky then, Steve nearly choking on a sob then, “I pinky promise.”

#ao3feed #chapter update #007 another experiment steve au #007 Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington #Eleven #Jane Hopper #Jim Hopper #Joyce Byers #Billy Hargrove #Terry Ives #Becky Ives #Martin Brenner #Henry Creel #One/Vecna/Henry #Eventual Harringrove #Stecna #Steve Harrington x Henry Creel #abo dynamics #canon divergence #Stranger Things

[grey-sides]

Billy learns Steve's footsteps and Steve thinks it's because he's romantic but it's because he's been trained from years of living with Neil.

#harringrove #yeah idk how to resolve this one #billy seeks therapy #steve eventually realizes he's doing better when he's allowed to sneak up on him #tiptoes up and tickles billys sides #and he laughs instead of tensing and flinching #stranger things

[harringroveera]

Steve and his epiphany of the day

#harringrove #it took a lil convincing but he got there eventually #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #incorrect harringrove quotes #robin buckley #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #harringroveera #harringrove textpost #harringrove meme #harringrove edit #harringrove memes #harringrove + text posts #steve x billy #steve harrington meme #incorrect steve harrington

[californiaboytoybilly]

Eye Candy - pt one

Steve and Robin move to a big city on the coast after Robin graduates from her college classes with a degree in the arts.

It’s an impulsive decision, like many of theirs are. The kids are leaving for college, they’ve been fired from their jobs- Steve publicly chewed out a customer who made a gross comment about Robin’s chest- and neither of them particularly want to keep staying in their childhood homes still in their early twenties.

So they pick a city, cram their combined belongings into a car, and spend the better part of a few days slowly driving across country.

It takes a while because Steve insists on stopping at multiple cheesy landmarks on the way, much to Robin’s theatric dismay.

But they get there and they settle in and they… love it. They find an industrial style apartment that they can see the water from- over a handful of other brick buildings, anyway- and get new jobs at a musical diner. Turns out they can both sing, and Steve looks great in his tiny red shorts and rollerblades.

They spend their mornings arguing over what shape is superior to cook batter in (Robin is team waffle, Steve is team pancake) and giggling over the celebrity gossip section like teen girls. More often than not, they end up crashing in Robin’s bed at night even though they have separate bedrooms. It’s wonderful.

But one night, they are so incredibly bored.

They get all dressed up just to pass the time, doing little model walks out to the living room, striking poses, taking goofy pictures to cover the walls in. The outfits turn out honestly kind of great and it feels like a waste not to go anywhere. So they do.

The original plan was to go to this queer club they found in their first week here, the entrance to which was. hidden inside the dry storage room of an Italian restaurant. However, they take a detour through the rich neighborhoods to ogle the stupidly big houses they couldn’t afford even with twenty pooled years of diner salary, making fun of the absurdly shaped topiaries and obnoxiously shiny cars that made Steve’s look like a junk heap.

That’s when they get a reckless idea.

One of the houses a little separate from the others is a mansion with music thrumming from inside and flashing colourful lights, with a guard dressed in all black standing at the front door.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

They blurted at the same time, slowing the car to a stop.

Minutes later, Steve strolled down the long, perfectly even paving stones set into the emerald lawn with an updated, adult version of his signature King Steve ‘I belong everywhere I show up’ face.

He was dressed in a loose silk shirt and dark wash jeans, hazel eyes rimmed in kohl and hair artfully messed on top of his head. Robin had caved into his suggestions earlier, dressed in an eggshell bustier- that she kept awkwardly adjusting where it dug into her side- and black slacks with gold buttons up the legs.

They don’t look underdressed for the place, at least.

Steve gets stopped by the guard almost immediately and asked for his name, and Robin starts to sweat. She’s ready to apologize and say they must have accidentally come to the wrong place.

But Steve just scoffs, hand on his hip, with a righteously offended look on his face. “Excuse me?” He asks, tone dripping false condescension. “Are you seriously asking who I am?”

The guard looks nervous, immediately shuffling with his papers presumably carrying the guest list. A vein throbs in his temple and he flits his gaze between Robin and Steve in their dressy clothes and the door behind him.

What kind of people were at this party that the guard was that nervous about not recognizing someone?

The guard glances subtly at the list again and Robin can see there are only two names not checked off the list.

“No, sir. Of course I recognize you…” The guard trails awkwardly as he lies, “trick of the light, couldn’t see your face before. Come on in, my apologies.”

He checks off both names on the list, without asking again.

That worked?

Robin gave Steve a baffled side eye as they entered the house, to which he simply shrugged.

“My mother always said to pretend I belonged anywhere I went with conviction. She said people would wittle out a spare chair for me with a spoon rather than admit they don’t know why I’m there.”

Robin snorted. “Rich people.”

Steve just barely resisted the urge to elbow her in the ribs. “At least if I was still rich, we wouldn’t have wrestled over the last banana this morning.”

But then he paused, eyes taking in the other scattered guests.

“Hey uh… is it just me or is everyone here-“

“Insanely hot?” Robin finished his sentence, sticking close to his side as she looked around. “Steve where the hell are we?”

Steve didn’t have an answer for her, scanning the crowd of ridiculously attractive people in expensive outfits, mingling and dancing to the music playing from a speaker he couldn’t find in the massive, open concept first floor.

He didn’t get long to try and figure it out, however.

A low, faintly amused voice chimed in from a few feet away. “That’s the question, isn’t it?” The mystery person answered Robin’s query as Steve spun to face them, pulse spiking.

“I certainly would remember a face like that, especially since I made the guest list. So my return question is… how did you get into my house?”

#billy antis dni #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eventual #harringrove #model!billy #model!heather #robin buckley #also eventual #buckleway #heather x robin #billy x steve #🌌 — a s t e r #🌌 — w r i t i n g #Eye Candy ficlet