#harringrove fluff

[chrisbitchtree]

Max sits on the sagging brown plaid couch in the trailer, one hand buried in a bag of M&Ms, the other holding a Wonder Woman comic in front of her face, trying to hide her smile as she watches Billy nervously pace the narrow length of carpeting between her and front door, chewing his nails to the quick and glaring at the ugly print of ducks on a lake hung above the tv like it’s personally offended him, his brow pinched like she hasn’t seen it since Neil left six months ago.

There are a lot of words she’d use to describe her older brother. Brazen, brash, brave, caring, loud, smart, antagonistic, thoughtful, yes. But nervous? No. Absolutely not. She’s definitely never seen him act this way about a first date before.

But of course, it’s different with Steve. Everything’s different with Steve. Billy’s gentler, kinder, more likely to laugh and shrug than scowl when something doesn’t go right. He was whistling Wham! while making breakfast this morning. Cooking breakfast isn’t even something Billy does, yet there he was when she woke up, flipping pancakes and doing his best impression of George Michael.

Now though, the nerves are overriding everything else he might be feeling. She doesn’t think he should really be this nervous. Yes, it’s Billy’s first date with Steve, but they’ve hung out a million times before. This is just the natural next step after months of flirting and hang outs as just friends.

He’s changed his shirt twice, and is now muttering about a third option that he didn’t think of before, trying to remember if it’s clean. “Is the cologne too much?” He asks, turning suddenly, sticking his leather jacket clad arm in her face. It is too much, in her opinion, but she just smiles, shaking her head. “No, I think Steve’ll like it.”

He nods once, shooting her a small smile that looks more like a grimace, and resumes his pacing, checking his watch every few seconds.

“Can you please sit?” She asks. “You’re making me nervous, and you’re going to wear a hole in the carpet.”

He glares at her but complies. Flopping down on the couch next to her and grabbing his own handful of M&Ms. He pops them into his mouth one by one, crunching loudly, his knee jangling as he stares at the door.

Finally, it’s 8pm, and as if on cue, there’s a knock on the door. Billy just sits there, continuing to stare.

“Are you going to answer it?” She hisses, hoping Steve can’t hear her.

He shakes his head. “You do it.”

“No way. It’s your date! Go! It’s just Steve! Don’t be nervous!” She slides her hand behind his back, pushing him forward. Of course it’s not just Steve, though. It’s Billy’s heart and his hopes and dreams, his wishes, everything he wants but has never known how to ask for before now.

He stands, takes one last, big, shaking breath, and slowly turns the knob.

Standing in the doorway is Steve, hair a wild, artfully messy flop, clad in a pink polo and bright white Nikes, holding a bouquet of daisies. A grin splits his face as he takes in the sight of Billy, primped and prepped within an inch of his life after spending the entire afternoon in the washroom.

Steve leans over and whispers something in Billy’s ear and Billy’s posture relaxes, one hand clutching Steve’s bicep and the other now holding the daises.

Max scrambles to find her moms one good vase, finally locating it at the back of a top shelf. She takes the flowers when Billy hands them to her and waves them off to enjoy their night.

She’s sure she’ll hear all about the date from a gushing Billy later tonight or in the morning, but for now, she calls El to talk about how cute Hawkins’ newest couple is.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #max mayfield #harringrove fluff #chrisbitchtree writes

[shieldofiron]

Moving In Stereo

Many moons ago I applied to the Harringrove Zine with a concept: what if Steve was a lifeguard with Billy at the pool. I ended up writing a completely different concept for the zine after way too many talks with @adelacreations but Lifeguard Steve has been waiting in the wings, ready to promote the Zine Preorder that opened today! The zine is made to support charity and there’s many ways that you can back it and read the crazy thing I had to write after finishing this, and all the incredible stuff the other contributors have come up with. We’re so excited to share it with you. And now without further ado: lifeguard Steve

Billy Hargrove had a new title: King of the Poolside. The whole town fawned over him, all the suburban moms who asked Steve about Billy’s schedule and blatantly stared at his body, all the teen girls who made eyes at him. Even the little kids liked him. Whenever Steve would sub in the aquatots class there would be a chorus of questions about, “Mr. Biwwy.”

It was starting to piss Steve off.

Steve didn’t mind not being King anymore. Billy could have the crown, shove it up his ass for all Steve cared. But they didn’t know the real Billy Hargrove. Despite a teary, drugged apology that night when Steve drove him home after the Byers, and the occasional conversation in the break room, Billy Hargrove remained as he always was: an asshole.

“Stick to your stand, ” Steve grumbled when Billy leaned against Steve’s leg, one golden shoulder pressing into Steve’s calf. Billy was hot all the time. Steve swore he could see steam rising off Billy’s shoulders when he rose out of the pool. Somehow he managed to do it in slow motion. The asshole.

“You can see all of the pool from your stand, though,” Billy smiled and snapped his gum, his eyes hidden by mirrored aviators.

“Then we’ll switch.”

He had to remind himself that Billy was an asshole, because for one millisecond Billy frowned and he almost looked hurt.

“Can’t be near me for even a second, huh?” Billy looked up, but his face was impossible to read behind his sunglasses. They only reflected Steve back to himself. His pink cheeks from Billy standing too close. His slightly wilted hair, curling at the ends from the heat. Billy was so shiny, chest gleaming, golden hair glassy and lustrous. Steve could see himself reflected in all the weirdest ways.

Steve shrugged. “Not my job to tell you what to do.”

Billy snorted, “You act like it enough.”

“Whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes. “One of your fan club is coming over.”

It could be splashing, but it nearly sounds like Billy muttered, “Showtime.”

It’s Karen Wheeler, tottering in a new swimsuit and heels that seem frankly dangerous close to the water’s edge. Steve twitched, the heat from where Billy’s shoulder was pressed to his leg almost throbbing with awareness.

“Hello, Steve,” She smiled too warmly. “Billy.”

“Dig the new suit, Mrs. Wheeler,” Billy pressed his sunglasses up his nose and gave her a toothy smile.

“Thank you, Billy,” She preened, and stretched out on a towel next to Steve’s stand. “The sun’s moved over here, so…”

Billy nodded, leaning into Steve’s leg, “Oh, yeah. Gotta chase those rays.”

She laughed like it’s the funniest thing she’d ever heard, and for some reason Billy did too, his white teeth gleaming.

Steve shuffled in his seat.

“Thanks for your help, Harrington,” Billy punched his leg softly, and Steve glared at him. “See you later Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Bye, Billy,” She called out hopefully. She has a bag slung over the back of her chair that reminded Steve of when Steve and Nancy used to date.

She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and asked him what he’s doing now that he’s graduated while her eyes lingered on his chest hair. Steve gritted his teeth before draping a towel over himself.

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. But Mrs. Wheeler was starting to wig Steve out pretty bad too.

That afternoon, he was still in a sour mood. The stalls at the community pool have these wimpy curtains. They barely gave the illusion of security but King Billy always acted like he couldn't see that this stall was occupied.

“Whoops, sorry, Harrington,” His voice echoed off the tiles and Steve slipped, hand waving out in the middle of nowhere to help him catch his balance.

Billy’s arm shot out and caught him by the elbow

“For fuck’s sake Billy,” Steve’s voice was higher than he wanted, and kind of breathy. Billy was stark naked except for red flip flops. “This is the third time this week.”

“Sorry, compadre, I have a lot on my mind,” Billy nodded and turned, throwing the curtain closed behind him. “Really didn’t mean it.”

“Like what? It better be good, because if my… fucking dick is going to be exposed it better be for a damn good reason,” Steve groused.

“Nothing I didn’t see in school, chill out, baby,” Steve can practically hear that toothy grin.

“What’s on your mind?”

Billy doesn’t answer right away. But the shower next door turns on, and Steve can hear the slap of Billy’s flip flops.

“How do you know if you’re in love, Harrington?”

Steve’s mouth fell open and he got a mouthful of the nasty pipe water.

“What?”He asked.

“Like… I never been in love before,” This was followed by the patter of flip flops. “So I’m trying to get some perspective.”

“I… you think you’re in love?”

“Probably,” Billy doesn’t sound happy about it. Water splashes on the tiles around Steve and he imagines the water splattering across Billy’s chest, heat rising like steam. Slow motion.

“What makes you think so?”

“I’ve been saving money,” Billy said. “I’m very close to getting back to California. I could go. But there’s this person…”

“So… tell her how you feel?” Steve expected that he would be fucking elated to find out that Billy was leaving, but instead it feels kind of empty and blank.

Billy laughed, a short firecracker burst of a sound, hitting the tiles all around Steve like a whip’s crack. It was very different from the way he laughed earlier.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Just trying to figure myself out, you know.”

“When would you leave?”

Billy sighed, “Sooner is better. They’re never gonna feel the same way. I’m kidding myself, you know?”

Steve scrubbed a hand through his hair, waiting too long before responding. “I’m sorry, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” This laugh sounds more like the Mrs. Wheeler laugh, loud and, Steve’s starting to suspect, fake.

“You could still give it a try,” Steve offered weakly, “You’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

The laugh got louder, “You’re a riot, Harrington. Really, you are.”

Steve drove home with his head weirdly muddled with this news. He should be psyched about Billy's leaving. And if Billy got with his crush, he would have less time to piss Steve off or flirt with everyone in town. It was a win win.

It’s only when Steve was in bed later that night, the smell of chlorine still hanging in his nose slightly, that he wondered. Why Steve said she, but Billy said they. Like it could be anyone.

Like it could be a guy.

He watched the next day, the way Billy hung back from the crowd of girls, always holding himself apart. He slid away from a girl who was practically falling out of her swimsuit, smile frozen on his shiny face. Mrs Wheeler is staring at him, and Steve is uncomfortable to think how he’s not much better.

Come to think of it, he’s never seen Billy really hang around a girl that long. Oh he talks to them, goes on dates. He sleeps with them, or so Steve has heard. He’s never attached to any of them, he never seems to linger around one more than any other. Steve used to be part of SteveAndNancy and SteveAndMichelle and SteveAndChrissy. Billy wasn’t Billy and anybody.

It’s pretty easy to keep an eye on him because the only place Billy seems to linger is around Steve’s stand. He hangs by Chet at the gate sometimes too, giving him sunny smiles that make Steve’s chest hurt. Eddie Munson rolls by sometimes at closing, sitting with Billy in the back of his van.

Steve started to stare so hard he swore he was getting blinded by the glare off of Billy’s necklace, the gleam of his fake smile.

He showered and started to lock up in a fog, when he heard a splash in the water. The pool is closed… Steve’s blood runs cold. He promised himself if he took this job that nothing like what happened to Barb would ever happen again.

He groped under the check-in desk, coming up with the plank that they use to prop open the window when the weather is stifling, and crept out into the pool area.

“Jesus, Harrington,” Billy bobbed in the water, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Steve exhaled a shaky breath, “Fuck, Billy. I thought you were like a wild animal or something.”

“Who says I’m not?”

Steve dropped the plank to his side, “What are you doing out here?”

Billy leaned back in the water, his hair floating out in a dirty blonde halo, “Taking a dip. It was hot as hell today. You wanna come in?”

“I just showered.”

Billy shook his head, “Haven’t seen you in the pool all summer. Can you even swim?”

“How do you think I got the job, asshole?” Steve frowned.

“So prove it, asshole,” Billy grinned.

Steve grumbled, hating Billy for baiting him and hating himself for rising to it.

“There’s that King Steve spirit,” Billy smiled smugly. “Feels good, right?”

Steve floated along, annoyed that it did actually feel good. He tried not to think of the mass of swimming kids he’d seen opening their mouths underwater in the pool all day, and just enjoy.

“Did you talk to your crush?”

“Talk to them every day,” Billy replied with a laugh.

That ruled out Eddie Munson.

Steve frowned, bobbing closer, “You talk to them every day and you don’t know if they like you?”

Billy smiled ruefully, “I know they don’t.”

Steve rolled his head back into the water, “You could tell them. What’s the harm, if you might leave soon? No regrets, right?”

Billy doesn’t respond, but Steve was content enough to wait, his face turned up towards the late afternoon sunset, eyes closed. He hadn’t gotten into a pool for pleasure in so long.

It almost felt like the water lapping up, brushing Steve’s face. A warm press, something soft brushing his lips. If it hadn’t been for the stifled moan, Steve might have thought it was the pool.

He opened his eyes, and Billy was covering his mouth with his hand, swimming backwards. Steve could see his own shock reflected back in Billy’s bare blue eyes.

“Sorry,” Billy said, “Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry.”

Steve blinked at him, his brain still catching on to what happened.

“I’m so-” Billy swam swiftly to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out, shaking his head.

He kissed him. Billy kissed him?

It didn’t make sense. Steve’s game has been shot. He hadn’t gotten a single date this summer, nor a single kiss. He’d been a dick to Billy, snapping at him with the slightest provocation. He wasn’t King Steve anymore and Billy could have anyone he wanted.

He was slammed out of his reverie when the gate slams shut, leaving Steve alone, bobbing like a cork.

Billy didn’t come to work the next day. Or the next. Steve felt like he was going through his days under water, in slow motion.

“He quit,” Heather raised one perfect brow, “Will you mop up in the boys bathroom? Some kid threw up a hot dog.”

Steve didn’t exactly want to clean up hot dog but it wasn’t like there was Billy around to hang out with. Billy to jostle and scowl at, Billy to float on the water with. Billy to kiss…

Later, Billy asked Steve when he realized, when he decided he needed to rush over to Cherry Lane right away and bang on the window until Billy opened up. Billy asked when Steve decided to kiss Billy then and there, in front of God and everybody.

Steve didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was when he was mopping up chunks of hot dog, chlorine clogging his nostrils, nothing to do but think. Billy had said he loved someone. Someone he talked to every day, who didn’t like him much. Someone who could be a boy. Someone like Steve.

“You’re an asshole,” Steve laughed as he flopped through Billy’s window and wrapped his arms around him. Billy didn’t gleam like he did at the pool, all shiny surfaces. But he kissed Steve like he meant it, reflected back all the mixed up feelings swirling in Steve’s chest. All of this and in slow motion too.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove zine #kings of nowhere zine #my writing #moving in stereo #tw Karen wheeler #harringrove fluff

[honey-tongued-devil]

The only thing worse than being in love with you is knowing that we will never be reunited.

Another Harringrove sketch, this one is a wip actually. Hopefully I will post 2 more harringrove pieces tonight. I loved every single comment under the last post, so every comment / reblog is appreciated!

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x billy Hargrove #billy hargrove fanart #Steve Harrington fanart #billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington #harringrove fluff #i will draw that mi with everyone I swear #stranger things fanart #stranger things

[latelyanobsession]

Harringrove’s Kindergartner - Vanishing Act

“This is Steve Harrington...” the phone picked up after two rings, Steve wedging the handset between his cheek and shoulder as he flipped between papers on his desk.

“Bills.... Billy? Hey...Hey! Slow down! I can’t understand you like this!” he answered, brow furrowing.

Billy’s voice was ringing loud through the receiver, Steve wincing as the sound reached his ears.

He tensed up.

“What do you mean they can’t find her?” Steve replied, pen falling through his fingers.

Billy’s voice buzzed hurriedly through the line in a panic.

Steve flicked his wrist, pulling the sleeve back to check his watch. “School’s been out for two hours now. They didn’t call until just now?!”

The profanities on the other line were rumbling through as a well-meaning secretary poked her head into the office with a file in hand. Steve waving her away hastily.

“Bills don’t worry. I’m leaving right now! We’ll find her...” he hung up.

Flying into the school parking lot, Steve exited the beamer. Billy already there, yelling loudly with the school’s principal.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Billy wrapped his arms tight around his form in agitation. 

“Tell me again how you lost my child...”

The mousy-looking man in front of him was trembling, fingering his obnoxiously patterned tie in trepidation. 

“Well Sir... Ms. Patterson said she was in a timeout for disrupting Computers instructions. ... And when she returned... she was just...” the man trailed off as Steve approached.

Resting a hand gingerly on Billy’s shoulder Steve regarded the administrator harshly.

“It’s been hours. Why didn’t you call us immediately?” Steve demanded of the man.

The principal grimaced, disliking this bad cop - bad cop situation. 

“We thought we’d find her quickly.... most children don’t wander off very far.” he reasoned.

Steve wasn’t having it and Billy looked fit to kill.

“Well she did...” Billy bit out, “So what the fuck’ve you been doing the past two and a half hours?!”

Squeezing Billy’s shoulder, Steve reeled him in with a subtle look.

The man pulled the cellphone from his belt, dialing a number hastily. “Just one moment please.” he pleaded pathetically.

The man walked some distance away for privacy as he began speaking.

“Oh Stevie... it’s been hours...” Billy’s voice was quivering, his hand shaking as he took Steve’s hand.

“What... what if something’s happened....?” Billy couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, tears brimming his eyes.

“Bills... she can’t have gotten far. We’re gonna find her.” Steve reassured him, placing a soft kiss to Billy’s temple, rubbing his shoulder.

The principal returned, a sullen look on his face. 

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“We’ve swept the whole building and the grounds.... we don’t think she’s here...” he swallowed thickly.

Billy trembled.

The principal regarded them both. “What would you like to do?”

Steve held his partner tight, before he answered. “We’re calling the police...”

A large sob broke from Billy’s throat.

There were dozens of cruisers. K9 units. The whole campus was swarmed in moments.

The search was underway.

Billy was distraught. He couldn’t speak. Steve handling everything.

“You two should head home...” the lead detective urged.

Steve looking at him forlorn, rubbed at his eyes with exhaustion. “We need to be here...” he reasoned.

The officer shook his head. “There’s nothing here you can do. Go home. Get some sleep. We’ll call you if anything comes up.”

He nodded wearily, nudging Billy. 

They took the beamer home. Billy was in no shape to drive.

Steve wanted to tell him they’d find her, but he wasn’t even sure that was a possibility. It was getting dark outside. The temperature was dropping. She didn’t have her coat.

Turning onto their street Steve sighed somberly.

“Steve...” Billy croaked.

“Bills...” Steve answered.

A rushed hand grabbed the steering wheel, swerving the car.

“Steve!” Billy shouted.

“Billy what the hell!” Steve yelled, righting the car nearly jumping the curb in front of their house.

The beams of the car fixed on the front stoop. A small form curled up against the front door.

Billy spilled from the car, running, Steve not far behind. Leaving the keys in the ignition.

Billy was screaming her name. As a the little figure stirred, unfurling. Poking its head up from between its arms.

“Daddy?” a sleepy little voice.

Billy was sobbing, throwing himself around their child and wrapping her in a crushing embrace.

Incoherently babbling he placed hurried kisses in her hair, pulling her in close.

“Daddy you’re gonna suppo-crate me!” she squealed in protest.

Steve coming in hot wrapped himself around them both, “Is this where you ran off to?” he questioned, stressed giggles leaving his throat.

“I wanted to go home Dad” she answered simply.

“Well you’re home...” Steve smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Bills we’ve found her.” he stated.

Billy nodded, sniffling. “Yeah,” he hiccuped.

Leaning up they shared a relieved kiss.

“Ew.... why so many kissies?” she protested.

Resting their foreheads together they looked down at their child, “We’re just...” Steve began, “really happy you’re here.” Billy finished.

She scrunched her nose in thought a moment, before giving them each a kiss in turn. “Me too.”

@eddiebillysteve @every-dayiwakeup

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove fandom #harringrove fluff

[ellewritesandrants]

I don’t know if someone has done this before but what about Steve getting dared to call Billy by all of the pet names he usually gives to his girlfriends?

I’d imagine it would either be Tommy who wants to get Steve in trouble with Billy again during a drunk truth or dare session with the keg gang including Billy or Robin who wants to mess with Steve by daring him do it to to his crush, Billy but either way, Steve has to spend an entire day referring to Billy only using nicknames like baby, doll, babe and sweetheart.

Imagine Steve still being in high school with Billy and that meant he’d have to whisper it directly into Billy’s ear so they don’t give it away. Imagine Billy stomping his way to his locker like he always does, surprised to see Steve whom he’s become friends with waiting for him there.

Steve doesn’t want to give the game away so they talk trivial shit until Billy’s gotten his books out and is just about ready to go. Steve is an asshole so he waits until Billy’s ready to head to class before leaning in close and telling him “Have a good day with your classes, baby.”

The look of pure surprise partnered with the high flush that bloomed over his cheeks made Billy look frankly adorable in Steve’s eyes and coupled with the lack of retaliation for it, it made Steve feel a lot more comfortable with spending the rest of the day messing with Billy.

So Steve does, accidentally on purpose bumping into him in the hallways only to apologize with an “I’m sorry, sweetheart, are you okay?” Steve treats Billy to lunch like he normally does with a “You need to eat to keep your strength up, babe.”

He even goes as far as to spend majority of their basketball practice riling Billy up, to the point of him having a permanent flush that travelled down his exposed chest. Steve was aggressive in defending against Billy, pressing up against him at every opportunity and congratulating him for every shot with a "Good one, doll" or "I'll get you next time, sweet cheeks. Just wait."

Billy is made aware of the dare at lunch so he tries his best to ignore it even if the pet names made him flush worse than when he attempted a 12 minute mile.

Billy doesn't even give Steve the chance to keep going after practice, choosing to rush through the showers as if the hounds of hell are on his heels and peeling out of the school parking lot as soon as Max got in the car.

Max had commented on his need for speed and his flushed cheeks but he didn't bother with fighting her over it, not when he'd spent the entire day being called pet names by his crush.

The next day, Billy was ecstatic to go back to the way things were, only to be surprised when Steve hurriedly parked right beside him and caught up to him before they got inside.

Steve passed Billy an apple while saying "Here, doll. I know you sometimes skip breakfast and you need something in your stomach to keep you going through your classes. See you later!" Billy was shell-shocked into holding the apple while Steve breezed into the hallway.

The rest of the week passed in a similar manner, with Steve flirting with Billy using pet names at every opportunity while continuously increasing his flirting game and Billy trying valiantly to hide his very visible reaction to all of the pet names and flirting.

It all comes to a head after their Friday afternoon basketball practice. For once, Billy bothered to stay until it was just him and Steve left in the locker rooms so he could finally confront Steve about the flirting. Billy doesn't bother to beat around the bush, pinning Steve to the wall.

"Stop playing these games, Harrington," Billy snarled.

Steve played innocent, widening his eyes to feign his innocence.

"What games am I playing, Billy? And what happened to Steve? I thought we were cool now." He pouted.

"We were until you kept on going with the pet names. What the fuck is up with that, Harrington? I know the dare was only for a day so why haven't you stopped with this bullshit yet?"

Steve just smirked at Billy and in a flash, their positions were switched.

"Aw but don't you like them, sweetheart?"

"N-no I-"

"Because I think you do like it, baby."

Billy looked around and tried to push Steve away but Steve had actually planted his feet for once and Billy couldn't get free.

"Stop trying to change the fucking subject!" He cried, trying to get Steve to release his wrists from over his head.

Steve leaned down.

"What's the matter with them, babe? They're just pet names."

"I don't like 'em. I don't like you treating me like I'm one of your girls so stop it."

Steve chuckles and moves even closer. Steve can feel how fast Billy's heart is beating and feel Billy's hitched breath on his skin.

"I think you're lying, baby."

"W-What?"

Steve chuckles before he moves to whisper his answer into Billy's ear, firmly pressing the blond into the wall.

"I think you secretly like all of the pet names. That pretty blush of yours comes out every time I use one and I love seeing it on you. See? There it is right now." Steve says, tucking a loose curl behind Billy's ear.

"I-I-"

Steve releases his hold on Billy's wrists before moving in.

"Stop me if I'm reading this wrong, baby."

Billy only melts into Steve's kiss, wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders as Steve's hands move to grip Billy's hips to pull him in closer.

They make out for a good few minutes before Billy remembers he has to go and bring Max home from the arcade. Billy regretfully broke the kiss to get some air and to deal with everything once and for all.

"Fuck!"

"What is it, babe?"

"I-I need to go. I have to bring Max home before dinner starts or else, I'll be dead." Billy explained, wringing his hands in an unconscious manner.

Steve notices and immediately goes to hold both of them while catching Billy's eye.

"It's fine, Billy. I need to go and pick up the rest of the kids too but if you're free later, come to my house, baby. My parents won't be home for a few weeks so we can have it all to ourselves."

Billy looks down at their conjoined hands before meeting Steve's gaze to clarify where they stood.

"I-W-What are we doing, Steve?"

"Well, I don't know about you but I'd like to be in a relationship with you, Billy. Sure, I went about it in a different way but I'd love to be able to be with you and explore just how far that flush of yours goes, baby."

Billy flushes again but he doesn't try so much to hide it. Instead, he peeks up at Steve from behind his long, blond lashes. Billy dared to hope.

"This isn't a one time thing?"

"Not unless that's what you want. I want to go the whole nine yards with you if you'll let me, Billy. The ball's in your corner."

Billy's silent and contemplative for a few seconds before he mumbles his answer.

"I-I want that."

"What did you say, baby? I couldn't understand." Steve teased.

"I want to be in a relationship with you, okay?"

"Well, then I'll be the luckiest man in the world, baby because I get to call you mine."

Billy groaned.

"Fuck, you're such a sap, Harrington."

"Ah, but I'm your sap, baby."

#billy hargrove #harringrove #billy deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove au #ellewritesandrants #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #harringrove au #harringrove fluff

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

i’ve got... cake

prompt from my beloved @artemisthehuntress: “You have some flour... everywhere.”

harringrove, fluff, getting together

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Max blinked in surprise. Her blue eyes wandered from her stepbrother to the hand-mixer to the mess of baking supplies scattered across the kitchen counter. “You have some flour... everywhere.”

“Yeah,” Billy snapped. “I noticed. Thank you so much for that witty observation, Maxine.”

The redhead flinched. The full-name shuffle was never good. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get the fucking measurements right and I only have a few more hours until the party.”

Max glanced at the calendar and then back to the hand-mixer. “Tonight is Steve’s birthday party. Are you... Are you baking a cake for Steve Harrington’s birthday, dude?”

Billy flushed, glaring a hole through the plastic bowl he had tucked into the crook of his arm. Max could see already that the batter was lumpy and far too dry. They would definitely need to start over. 

“Alright, so,” she rolled up her sleeves, “We’re going to need to re-organize a little and wipe the kitchen down, but we can definitely still make it in time.”

“Y-You’re gonna help me?” Billy seemed utterly gobsmacked at the idea. Max bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a snarky comeback; she knew how much worse he had it around here. The literal least she could do was not be an asshole all the time.

“Well yeah, Steve’s my friend, too. And I want partial credit.”

“Fine, but it was my idea.”

“Why does it need to be your idea?” Max raised her eyebrow. “Not that I care.”

“Just shut up and help me, please.” 

“Fine, fine. Jeez.”

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Max leaned against Lucas next to Steve’s huge pool and watched as Billy presented their (hideous) homemade vanilla birthday cake to the older teen. “He was so worked up about it I thought he was gonna bust a vein in his eye or something.”

“Really? Billy got upset over a cake?”

“He was very insistent that he get credit for the idea, too.”

“Adults are weird, dude. I don’t get it.”

“Yeah, me neither. Wanna go swimming?”

“For sure!”

---

“Y-You made it from scratch?” Steve asked, biting adorably at his full bottom lip. Billy had never been more jealous of someone else’s teeth. 

“Yeah, pretty boy. Max helped a little, but I figured I could use the challenge.”

“No one’s ever made me a cake from scratch before,” Steve whispered. He quickly snapped his eyes to from the awkwardly frosted cake to Billy’s face, like he hadn’t meant for those words to be spoken aloud. “I mean, uh, thank you. I really like it.”

“No problem, Steve. Happy birthday, by the way. I got you a present, too, but I left it in my car.”

“I could... come get it with you?” Steve offered, setting the cake to the side where it would be safe. His fingers fumbled against each other awkwardly, tangling occasionally with the bottom hem of his polo. He was too fucking cute, it wasn’t fair. 

“Sure.”

They didn’t come back to the party for a good, long while. 

#it was a kiss #they were kissing in the car #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fluff #harringrove getting together #getting together fluff #steve's birthday party

[greysatin666]

Just thinking about Steve who says he's not afraid of scary movies, brags to Billy how he watches them all of the time, but when Billy and Steve have a movie night and they're watching some cheesy slasher movie, Billy picks up on the way Steve's hands clench in his shirt.

He finds it cute when Steve's eyes widen at a scary part, and how he tucks his head in the crook of Billy's neck when something gory happened. Billy's cocky about it, "I thought you weren't scared of this kind of stuff Pretty boy?" He teases.

"Oh shuddup." Steve mumbles.

Billy can't stop himself from smiling, hand resting on Steve's back, "Yeah well don't worry. I got you." He murmurs quietly, not thinking Steve has heard him.

But Steve still hears it, and he finds himself curling further against Billy's side, relaxing the rest of the movie.

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fluff #harringrove au #steve x billy

[every-dayiwakeup]

Thinking about Billy breaking into Steve's house repeatedly without being detected, and one day Steve finds Billy Hargrove sleeping soundly in his bed, wearing his clothes (they're stretched out a bit, and the blonde's tummy is showing, but all Steve is thinking is that Hargrove actually looks... really cute), his face buried in his pillows, hugging his teddy bear.

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#fluff to make up for that last fic #billy hargrove #soft billy hargrove #harringrove imagines #harringrove solos #harringrove fluff #Its giving off #a goldilocks and the three bears vibe #might continue this #who knows lol #harringroveincorrect #incorrect harringrove quotes #harringrove quotes #steve is in trouble lmao #billys never leaving and he doesnt want him to #steve is a simp #one look in those baby blues #my man is sunk #billy is goldilocks #and also big bear energy #chubby billy hargrove #you can pry him from my cold dead hands

[beauty-in-the-brkdwn]

All I can think of right now is Steve telling Billy— who is trapped in the The Upside Down, that he is the love of his life and that he misses him so much, every day for a year. Steve thinks that Billy can’t hear him… but he can. Billy hasn’t hacked how to communicate from The Upside Down. Billy feels like his heart is bleeding for an entire year at Steve’s heartfelt declarations. Steve’s voice keeps him in one piece, keeps him hopeful, keeps him persistent in his efforts to escape.

Steve breaks down regularly and punches whatever is near him and screams about how he was supposed to take Billy out of this godforsaken town. How he planned to take his college fund and head in any direction on the same day with Billy in tow, hand in hand and not look back. Steve tells Billy how he wonders if he would’ve been okay with a promise ring until he can get him something special with money he made on his own. He still thinks Billy can’t hear him.

Billy spends everyday trying to get back to his pretty boy.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things 4 #just something I thought of via the plot lines #like literally the whole season was about billy #I’m so confused about how they made a whole season about billy without billy #*billy #I hate the duffer bros #harringrove fluff #harringrove angst #stranger things #blurb #drabble #pretty boy #billy and steve

[phantombeesting]

Come find comfort in my arms - Cross posted on AO3. Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington.

Started as a 500 word note on my phone about Steve looking after a sick Billy. Here I am 5k words later.

———————-

It’s 6am and Billy wakes up to the sound of his alarm cutting through the quiet of the morning, his hand reaches blindly trying to hit the snooze button. It takes a few frustrating swipes but eventually he is able to silence the shrill sound. Grunting in victory he pulls the covers back over his head and burrows down into the bed rolling over in search of the soft sleepy form of his boyfriend.

Steve’s lay on his side facing away from him, they usually cuddle up together at night but separate before going to sleep. They figured out pretty early on that given the frequency of both of their nightmares that neither one of them wanted to wake up feeling restricted. It took a few accidental bruises and broken lamps before they really learnt that lesson.

But right now half asleep, Billy desperately seeks out the feeling of Steve's skin against his. He slowly traces his fingertips over the sleep warmed skin at Steve's hip, bringing his palm flat against the softness of Steve's belly and pulling him gently back into his chest.

A soft huff of laughter sounds from Steve's lips. “Morning Baby Boy” He wiggles back further info the hold, covering Billy’s hand with his own and intertwining their fingers. “Not ready to face the day yet?”

Billy just grunts in response pressing his face between his boyfriend's shoulder blades muffling his voice “jus’ 5 more minutes”. He can feel the muscles against his forehead stiffen slightly.

“Are you feeling ok? It feels like you're burning up” Steve doesn’t wait for an answer clearly suddenly feeling more awake.

Billy groans as the cruel evil man he shares his bed with seems determined to steal this small moment of peace that he had planned on treasuring all day, as he’s now trying to turn in his arms to face him. He tightens his grip and attempts to hold his wriggling boyfriend still.

He blames the fact he’s still half asleep for the fact Steve is able to roll them both over and half pin him down with such ease.

As a last line of defence he snaps his teeth at Steve's hand as he tries to bring it up towards his face, Billy's groan now more of a growl.

“Hey, no” Steve lightly smacks the tips of his fingers against his forehead as if scolding a misbehaving puppy.

He pushes his head back into the pillow and just glares at Steve offense written all over his face, he holds himself still though finally allowing his annoyingly persistent would be nurse to rest the back of his hand on to his heated furrowed brow.

“You’re definitely running a temperature, I think you should stay home today, get some rest”

Billy opens his mouth ready to insist he’s feeling fine and needs to be there to open up but is cut off by the sound of the alarm again.

When the weight holding him down shifts towards the noise to shut it back off, Billy takes the opportunity to roll off the bed and to his feet. The sudden movement makes his head feel weird and heavy; he half crumbles back down into the blankets.

No he’s not sick he can’t be sick. He’s not missed a day of work since he opened the garage. So as if sheer force of will alone will make the mantra flowing through his head true Billy tries to push himself to his feet again. He’s more successful this time and turns towards Steve with his hands out in ‘See look i’m totally fine and not about to faceplant so stop being dramatic' gesture.

He find his boyfriend has already vanished from the room. "Yeah obviously really worried about me" Billy mutters under his breath.

"Hmmm ?" Steve's shuffles back from the connected bath room with a glass of water and some medication. He's not looking at Billy but staring intently at the dosage information on the back of the packet.

Still not looking up "OK so if you take two of these now, drink some water and rest up I'll.." his gaze drifts to the bed seeing a distinct lack of Billy "Hey no you should be in bed".

"I should be getting ready for work Steve, I'm fine" He can tell that Steve doesn't believe a word of it because, yup there he goes, hand straight to his hip.

"William 'pain the my backside' Hargrove…"

"Tomasz"

"Tomasz wh..?"

He's clearly caught Steve off guard, if he can distract him a little longer he might still be able to get out of here.

"My middle name, it's Tomasz"

Steve knew his middle name was Polish, a name chosen by his Mom to link him to the rest of his family, but when he’d begged him to share what it was Billy always just smugly told him “A man needs to keep some secrets” and ended the conversation.

He’s able to use Steve's moment of shock to pick up his overalls from the dresser. Steve’s just looking at him opening and closing his mouth silently winding himself back up to continue telling Billy off.

"OK well" Steve tries to put the commanding tone back in his voice “William Tomasz Hargrove… Fuck you for telling me that right now by the way…"

"It was my Grandfather’s name, Mom's dad."

Billy manages to make a few steps toward the bathroom, he just needs to get past Steve then he can lock himself in the bathroom and hopefully a freshly washed and dressed Billy will stop Steve from entering full Mother Hen mode.

Steve's getting flustered now as Billy keeps cutting him off. He raises his voice a little the next time he speaks picking short commands so he can't get distracted again.

"Billy. Bed. Now."

Steve's hand still holding the meds comes upto to the centre on Billy’s chest to stop his movements, his eyes fixed on him in that wide open Bambi expression that twists up his inside. And fuck yeah ok Billy knows he’s not making it to work today. Over 10 years together and one look has him buckling.

Giving in but wanting to make it perfectly clear he’s not happy about it Billy huffs, dropping his clothes to the floor and extending his hand out so Steve can dispense the meds he’s still holding, taking the water from Steve's other hand and gulping them down with half the glass. He even opens his mouth showing Steve that the meds are gone.

He can see the slight tension in Steve's shoulders drop. It’s one day he can let Steve look after him for one day if it’ll make him feel better. Plus now he’s more awake he can’t deny there's a slight scratchy feeling at the back of his throat and his body feels a little weird, all heavy and achy. He’ll just make it up to the rest of the guys tomorrow with Paczki from the Polish deli he likes.

Sensing his patient's submission Steve moves over to the bed. He starts fluffing up the pillows and straightening the comforter, pulling back the top corner as an obvious invitation for Billy to get back in. Smiling to himself when the grumbling form slips into the nest Steve made for him.

“So you stay here, get some rest. I need to go out to get a few things. I’ll swing by the garage on my way back to let them know you won’t be in”

If Steve’s leaving, maybe Billy can still slip out. The thought only lasts for a second as he realises that would only cause Steve to show up at his work anyway to take him home. And while the guys are used to his and Steve’s dynamic by now he doesn’t need them to have the image of their boss being dragged home by the scruff of his neck undercutting his authority. Plus he reminds himself that if he can’t trust them to look after the place for one day by now then he didn’t do a good job hiring them.

It’s decided then! Billy pulls the covers around him like a burrito and settles down for a day of mollycoddling.

———————

When he next wakes up Billy feels like he’s been hit by a truck. His chest is tight, his nose is stuffy and everything hurts. A tickle at the back of his throat triggers a coughing fit that has him curling up holding his ribs. A pathetic whine escapes his mouth as he lifts himself to an upright position.

Steves’s been busy while he’s been out of it it seems as Billy’s bedside table is now covered in supplies. There are bottles of water, gatorade, tissues and flu meds. Billy reaches for the water suddenly realising how dry his mouth feels; and sees a note stuck to the bottle ‘Drink Me! Also if it’s after 11 take 2 more tablets. Love you’. Billy cranes his neck to look at the alarm clock Steve has buried under everything, 11:23, he’s been passed out for nearly 5 hours.

Picking up the meds and a bottle of water Billy thinks how grateful he is that he has a headstrong partner willing to bully him into looking after himself even if it’s annoying at times. He can hear Steve moving around downstairs, and going by the warm food smells filling up the room he’s betting he’ll find him in the kitchen.

Meds taken, water bottled recapped and the rumble of hunger triggered by the smell of cooking motivating him, Billy slowly eases himself off the bed. When the air of the room hits him goosebumps break out all over his skin and a chill takes root in his spine. Taking the comforter off the bed Billy drapes it over his head, wrapping it around his shoulders and body so only his face and his ankles are uncovered, the blanket still holds onto his body heat and it instantly soothes his shakes.

Wrapped up against the elements with trusty water bottle in hand explorer Billy is ready to head off in search of sustenance. And if he can find some head rubs and sympathy to go with that then he wouldn’t complain.

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Steve loves their kitchen, when he’d agreed to move to Cali his one stipulation was that wherever they ended up needed to have a big homey kitchen. He’d always loved cooking ever since he'd seen his Nonna standing at her stove stirring big pots of sauce or soup, she’d always talked him through what she was doing letting him help. Once she’d passed he'd been heartbroken and just kind of stopped cooking. He found his parents' cold modern space hard to use, like he was soiling the place just by thinking of using it. In contrast his current kitchen was full of colour and life; bowls of fruit, racks of spices and well loved cook books placed all over. Billy had even hung a pot rack for him along the wall. This was his happy space.

Billy had been dead to the world when he’d gotten home from his supply run so he’d let him rest and set himself to work preparing for when he eventually came to. By the time he could hear movement from upstairs he already had his big stockpot on the stove bubbling away, filled with onions, garlic, carrots, chicken and a mix of fresh and dried herbs and he was rolling small meatballs from the seasoned chicken mince he’d put together.

He’s fairly certain he hears a low whining noise coming down the stairs and chuckles to himself. Well enough to go to work was he hmmmm? He’ll tease him for it more when he’s feeling better. Or at least that was the plan but when a frankly adorable and slightly pathetic looking pile of blankets appears in front of him he can’t help but laugh.

“You can’t laugh at me i’m sick”

And oh the pout that accompanies the protest sets Steve off again. He turns towards the sink to wash the raw meat from his hands trying to control his breathing to stop the laughing. He feels Billy shuffle up behind him pressing his warm sweaty face against his shoulder.

“Hungry” Billy whispers against his skin.

“I know Baby Boy, go sit at the table I’ll bring something over for you” Steve's voice keeps an amused lilt to it. “Did you take the meds I left for you”.

He feels Billy dragging his face up and down against him in confirmation. He lets out another soft chuckle at that turning slowly so his lower back is now pressed against the sink and leans forward to place a gentle kiss just above Billy’s eyebrow. His face softly screws up in response and he pulls away as a cough wracks his body again. Steve’s brow pulls together in sympathy and he places a hand on the back of Blanket Billy and guides him to sit down, stroking at him gently when he slumps over with his cheek pressed to the wooden surface looking out into the kitchen so he’s able to see Steve move about.

He watches as Steve flits from counter to counter filling up the tea kettle and another pot with water from the sink placing them on the stove. He pulls a bowl of cut fruit from the fridge, stabs a fork in it and places it in front of Billy; it’s filled with bite size pieces of pineapple, mango and strawberry, he digs in right away the freshness chasing away a little of the foggy feeling in his head.

Until he stopped living in survival mode Billy had never understood that watching someone in their element was almost like watching a masterpiece forming right in front of you. And Steve in the kitchen was definitely in his element, it was almost like he was dancing.

“I dropped off some of those doughnuts and coffee from Maria’s for the guys, told them you won’t be in for at least today but that it could be longer” As he’s talking he’s pulling mugs and bowls from the cupboard, he reaches into a bag on the counter and lifts out the a bottle of raspberry syrup.

Billy pops a piece of pineapple into his mouth and he can’t help but smile, he is so in love with this whirlwind of a man.

“I picked up some perogi for you as well, I figured being sick is a good excuse for all the comfort food you can get. And I remember you saying your Mom used to make them for you when you weren't well. They'll just take a few minutes. Also I told Maria you weren't feeling well so she told me I needed to make you black tea with some of this added'' He holds up the syrup before removing the top of pouring a glug into one of the waiting mugs topping it off with hot water from the tea kettle and placing it on the table for Billy to reach. “I’m not sure how much to use but figured you can add more if you want”

He places the syrup and a spoon for Billy within grabbing distance. As he goes to move away Steve feels a warm hand wrap around his wrist pulling him back; the pile of blankets opens up and Billy emerges wrapping himself around Steve's waist, face pressing into his stomach. While he would never want Billy to get sick, Steve's heart always melts at how vulnerable he becomes and it gives him great satisfaction to look after him the way he deserves.

“Thank you, for all of this” Billy tilts his head towards the table.

Steve trails his hand over his shoulder before gripping the back of his neck lightly giving the sore muscles there a little squeeze.

“You might be a pain in my ass but I love you. Knowing you're looked after makes me happy. I’m doing this for me as much as you, It’s practically selfish”

“Still thank you”. He presses his lips against the material covering Steve’s hip and releases him. Turning his attention to the bowl of fruit and steaming cup of tea in front of him.

It’s not long before Steve is sliding into the seat next to him placing a bowl in front of each of them.

“I know you say that perogi don’t need a sauce but I figured some browned garlic butter barely counted, just, just don’t tell Maria she’ll kill me, then she’ll kill you for not stopping me” Steve’s twirls his fork in his hand before stabbing into a fluffy dumpling stuffing the whole things in his mouth at once.

“Ah … Fuc . . .tha’s … hot” Steam curls out of Steve’s mouth as he starts huffing trying to cool the intense burning sensation.

Billy’s laughs, setting off another coughing fit and they both end up slightly out of breath and in small amounts of pain just flashing slightly embarrassed smiles at each other.

“You good?” Billy manages to ask once his cough has died down.

Steve nods as he cuts another dumpling in half bringing it up to his lips and blowing on it. “Fantastic, come on, eat them while they’re hot” he tilts his fork towards Billy’s plate watching as goes to dig in as well.

The rest of the meal passes in comfortable quiet, just the sounds of the stock bubbling on the stove filling the air around them.

When they finished Steve moves their dishes to the sink and dips his hand into his shopping bags on his way back to the table. “So I was thinking we could get under the blankets on the sofa and watch one of the films I picked up” He places 4 video cassettes on the table “Wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for so I picked up a few, or if you don’t fancy any of those we could always but on Lost Boys again and argue over who’s hotter David or Michael”.

He looks through the pile, Steve really did get a mix. Dazed and Confused, Se7en, Pretty Woman and The Lion King. He watches Steve pull a pastry box off the counter moving into the living room. He settles on The Lion King, wraps his blankets back around himself and follows his boyfriend into the other room video in hand.

———————

He just about makes it through the film, laying down on the sofa head resting on Steve's lap, Steve’s fingers playing with the damp curls at the back of his head. rubbing soothing circles against his back whenever he coughs. When the credits roll his eyes are heavy and he’s fighting sleep.

“So I need to check on the stock and you could probably do with having something to drink, I’ll go get you tea or some water, one second Baby” He helps Billy lift his head off his lap moving out of the way placing a pillow underneath him, stroking gently over his face and pressing his lips softly against the corner of his now closed eyes. Billy burrows deeper into the sofa making soft affectionate noises in response. He can feel Steves smile pressed against his heating skin.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep but he must have done because now he’s being gently shaken awake. “Come on Baby just drink a bit of this and you can go back to sleep, it’s just some watered down Gatorade, help keep you hydrated” A straw is placed against his lips. Billy sticks his tongue out to try and catch it only succeeding it making it spin away from him. He’s aware of Steve’s low chuckle and the straw being fed past his pout. He takes a few strong sips before the straw is pulled away.

“I’ll leave it on the table for you, meds won’t be due for a little bit so get some rest and I’ll wake you up when it’s needed.” Steve’s stroking his finger down his forehead over the bridge of his nose before lifting it off and repeating the action, Billy’s eyes flutter shut again. Steve knows his voice soothes Billy so he keeps talking, tone low and steady “Stocks done now so the soup can be ready in around 15 minutes, so just let me know when you get hungry and I’ll get it going. I’ve put a few containers of the stock in the fridge so I was thinking I'd use that and the meat off the chicken to maybe make us risotto tomorrow and freeze the stuff we don’t use, it’s always good having stock on hand.” Steve keeps talking about recipes he wants to try and how a good stock can be used for a lot of dishes until he’s sure Billy’s asleep again.

Steve has a list of things he wants to do before his boyfriend wakes up starting with changing the bedsheets. He moves away carefully so as not to disturb his sleeping partner and sets to work.

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By the time Steve has finished all his little jobs, changing the sheets, cleaning the pots from lunch including his stock pot, prepping more fruit for later a mix of oranges, pear and melon this time and chopping up the cabbage for the soup, Billy is still fast asleep so even though he’s due his next dose of meds Steve lets him rest.

He decides to call Robin and Nancy for a catch up while he waits. Nancy’s apparently glowing now she’s out of the 1st trimester and the morning sickness has passed and Robin is, well she’s being Robin about the whole thing and is in a constant state of mild panic. Nancy says she’s taken to trying to cover the babies ears when she hears swearing which (considering she doesn’t know where the ears are) is basically just Robin gently pressing her hands onto Nancy’s stomach and shooing away the offending party. Robins’ a little offended by how funny Nancy finds it. He ends the call with the promise to bring Billy for a visit before the baby arrives and to send the recipe for his Nonna’s meat sauce over when Nancy reveals she’s been craving it.

Looking at the clock it’s getting close to 6 and even though Billy shows no signs of stirring he needs to wake him up soon so he’ll sleep properly tonight. He decides to get the soup started first, it’s all prepped just needs combining and cooking through. He takes his big pot off the rack, places it on the stove and pours in some olive oil to heat up, he takes the rest of his ingredients out of the fridge, chicken meatballs, stock and the cabbage he cut earlier. Once he’s sure the meatballs are browned and cooked through he adds the stock and tips half a bag of De Cecco Acini di Pepe pasta, places a lid on the pot and leaves it to simmer, just needing to season it and add the cabbage about 5 minutes before serving. His Nonna usually made this with spinach but the first time he made this for Billy he’d mentioned that his Mom used to make something similar with cabbage when he was younger, so he’s used it for this ever since.

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Billy’s semi aware of Steve moving about around him, he cracks his eyes open and sees the curtains have been drawn and the room is filled with soft lamp light.

“Hey sleeping beauty” he can hear the smile in Steve’s voice.

He pushes himself up stretching, taking a few deep breaths. His body is still sore and his lungs hurt but he doesn’t feel as weak anymore and the chill he felt deep in his bones earlier has gone.

“It smells amazing in here, guessing soups almost ready”

Steve hums in affirmation as he pushes a cassette into the video player. “Yeah won’t be long now, there's some more meds on the table there for you, you’re overdue a dose. And I’ve put some clean sleep clothes on the bed for you” He slides his hand down Billy's back pressing his fingers into the knots he finds in the muscles on the way “If you’re up for it you should have time for a quick shower to freshen up before we eat”

The pressure of Steve's fingers draws little moans from Billy and the thought of a hot steamy shower feels akin to Heaven right now. So as Steve heads back into the kitchen Billy lifts himself off the couch and moves towards the bathroom.

Billy stands there in the shower stream, temperature all the way up steam filling the room. He loads his washcloth up with the fresh grapefruit scented body wash Steve picked up for him and rinses the slightly sour sweat smell from his skin. He’d picked the body wash out when Billy had told him he sometimes struggled to wake up full in the morning, something about citrus smells supposedly helping. When he’s done his skin is pink from the heat and he feels more relaxed, almost human.

By the time he’s dry and dressed in the fresh clothes Steve laid out for him (Including the novelty socks covered in little cat faces that always make him smile), Steve has covered the coffee table in the living room with piles of food. There’s big deep bowls of soup, a basket of toasted bread, dressed tomato salad and small dishes of grilled eggplant and artichoke hearts. Looks like Steve started a fire while he was in the shower as well as one is now crackling away in the fireplace, Billy has no idea how he even found the time.

The sight and smells of the food draws a deep rumble of hunger from Billy and he lowers himself to the floor in front of one of the bowls of soup. He moves his face over the dish and takes a big breath, he loves it when Steve makes this; Wedding soup he’d called it once or more accurately married soup. Steve had explained it was due to the marriage of flavours in it rather than it having anything to do with actual weddings. He loves how into food Steve is and how his face lights up when he talks about it.

Lost in his own thoughts he doesn’t notice Steves appeared next to him until a cold bottle of water is knocked against his leg.

“I erm might have gone a little overboard” Steve admits pushing a small pot of garlic confit onto the table “I figured whatever we don’t eat we can pick at over the next day or two”

“Or five” Billy chuckles

“I wanted to make sure you has the strength to recover, sue me for caring” The smile on Steve's face undercuts the harshness of his words. “I’ve put Pretty Woman in, '' Nancy’s suggestion although I'm thinking that’s more to do with her crush on Julia Roberts than the actual film but worth a go …” Steve shrugs and presses play on the movie and they turn their attention to the feast in front of them. They pass food between each other. Steve spreads garlic confit on pieces of bread and places it on Billy’s side plate, while Billy spoons some of the dressed tomatoes onto Steve’s. The whole meal is filled with the comfort and intimacy that speaks of a life lived together.

Once they’ve had their fill and the movie had ended, Steve piles up the plates of leftovers (Billy thinks his estimate of 5 days of leftovers wasn’t too far off) and Billy settles back on the sofa, back against the arm rest and legs pointed towards the other end. He tilts his head back to try and unsuccessfully see what Steve's upto in the kitchen, he can hear mugs being filled up and a sweet spicy familiar scent drifts into the room.

“So Lost Boys or something else next?” Steve pushes Billy back onto a seated position with his knee and waves a fragrant warm mug under his nose, ah spiced wine that's what he could smell. He turns on his seat and looks up at his boyfriend as he sips slowly at his drink.

“You know that's the second time you’ve suggested that film today, if you want to spend some time admiring Kiefer Sutherland you don’t need my permission” Billy teases, knowing he’d hit the nail on the head when Steve’s face flares bright red. Lost Boys came out shortly after they started properly dating and Steve's attraction to the bad boy had been clear from the get go, he later admitted he liked him because he kind of reminded him of Billy; Billy didn't really see it himself but played into the comparison by dressing up as the vampire the following Halloween. He’s fairly certain they'd ended up scarring the rest of the party guests for life that night.

“I guess today had me feeling nostalgic, you've been so busy at the garage recently that it feels like we don’t get time like this much anymore. It’s awful but I was almost glad you were sick” Steve looks at him guilty as if he believed he’d made Billy ill just by missing him.

Billy’s heart broke a little watching his lover's face twist up fighting off tears. “Stevie, no come here baby” he put his drink on the table in front of him and pulls Steve down into his lap. He rubs his hand up and down his boyfriend's back, making shushing noises and pressing kisses into his temple. He can feel Steve tears hot against his collar bone. “I’m so sorry I've not been around as much.”

“S’ok”

“No pretty boy it’s really not, I've not been fair to you. I’ve spent my conscious moments today blown away by how lucky I am to have you, not realising I’ve been neglecting you. I’m so sorry Baby” He pulls Steve tighter against him “Look the garage is all set up now, I’ve got a good team in place I mean they’ve not burned the place down today I think they can handle most of the day to day stuff for a little while. So how about we go away? We could go see Nancy and Robin for a few days, maybe see Max and the rest of the kids, then take that trip around Europe we’ve been talking about.” He can feel Steve's breathing evening out and he’s gently nodding along with Billy’s words. “That sound good, Bambi?”

Steve huffs at the pet name and croaks out a weak “Yeah”

“Then that's what we’ll do” He rests his cheeks against the top of Steve's head still gently rocking him. When the mood lifts Billy bends down pressing his lips to the soft skin behind Steve's ear and whispers “So was I imagining things earlier today or did I see you carry around a box of Paczki earlier”.

Steve pulls away laughing, wiping the tear trails from his face. “Yeah I put them back in the kitchen I’ll go get them” He goes to get up but Billy holds him tight.

“No you’ve done enough today I’ll get them” With that he moves Steve onto the seat next to him and heads to the kitchen.

“You just want to get first pick”

A muffled “Rude” comes back in response.

A moment later Billy sits back down next to Steve half a doughnut hanging out his mouth and the pastry box in his hand. He holds the box open and out for Steve, snapping the lid shut when he reaches for a pastry.

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It takes another 2 days for Billy’s cold to fully pass and he spends the time with Steve planning their trip. Once he’s fully recovered he takes an extra day off before returning to work, he knows it doesn't make up for the time he’s not been there but it’s a start.

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[randomperson351]

Nap time - Harringrove

Summary: Steve can’t say no to his brats. Billy can.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

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So Steve isn’t great at taking care of himself. He will forgo all of his basic needs if one of his little kretins needs him; with the drop of a hat he’s in the beamer with his breakfast getting soggy on the dinner table.

The runts hated when Steve and Billy got together (apart from El and Max the little angels) because they lost their immediate-no-questions-asked-I’ll-be-there-in-5-minutes ride from Steve. If he was in the middle of breakfast or Billy was ripping Steve’s shorts off so he could get to his, the kids had to wait for Steve to finish first (literally) before he would even respond to their calls.

It was the same with taking over the Harrington house for their DnD nights. If Steve was alone they would stay until 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, snacks and a hot meal provided, and then get a dutiful ride home from an exhausted yet paranoid Steve worrying that if he went to bed then one of the kids wouldn’t make it home and that would be his fault. However if Billy was there, everything was finished and packed away by 9pm, dinner provided, and the rascals had to make their own way home and then call to say they got home safe while the older boys got ready for bed.

It was Billy’s way of getting Steve to take better care of himself. No it didn’t work all the time, but it was a start when Steve was able to set boundries with the kids of his own volition. And when he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no, that was when he relied on Billy to step in. 

Steve had spent all day playing chauffeur for his runts and he was exhausted, almost faceplanting the dinner Billy had come over to oh-so-kindly make for them. He barely made it through the first movie cuddled up into the blonde’s side when the phone started ringing. 

Naturally, it was the DnD rats.

“Why can’t Eddie give you a ride?”

“Well he can but Chrissy’s gonna be there.”

“I’m sorry, that is a problem how?”

“Uh, it’s going to be uncomfortable Steve.” Dustin patronised down the phone that Steve found ripped out of his hand.

“Find your own way home, we’re busy. And don’t call again.”

“Billy!” Steve admonished when Billy put the phone down on Dustin. He merely shook his head and linked an arm around the brunette’s waist to tug him up.

“C’mon Stevie, it’s late and you’ve had a long day being taxi driver to those little assho-”

Steve’s glare cut him off. Billy couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the pout off his lips.

“It’s naptime bub.”

At Billy’s gentle tone Steve relented and allowed the other boy to pull him up the stairs and tuck him in first (pyjamas having been applied long ago) before crawling in behind him and tucking their bodies together.

“You promise you’ll wake me if they ring.” Steve mumbled, on the cusp of sleep.

“I promise Bambi, sleep. I’ve got you.”

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[chrisbitchtree]

One of Steve’s moms favourite things to do when she was with Billy was to tell him embarrassing stories about Steve’s childhood, which Billy was incredibly thankful for, even if Steve was always mortified when Billy would recount the tales later.

Of all the stories, the one that had stood out to him the most was the story of Steve going to the dentist and getting laughing gas as a child. He was convinced that there were tall, green aliens at the end of the dental chair, waving hello to him, and he couldn’t be convinced otherwise.

“They’re right there!” He’d shouted around the dental tools in his mouth, pointing at his feet and causing the dentist to jump and almost puncture Steve in the gums.

“Sure there are, honey,” his mom had replied, patting his hand from her chair beside the dental chair, trying to hide her giggle. “You stay still and I’ll wave for you.”

For the remainder of the appointment, Steve continued to point at the “aliens” and it had taken hours after they’d returned home to convince him that the aliens were special dental aliens and they hadn’t followed them home, and no, they weren’t under Steve’s bed.

***

Billy had laughed, but then largely forgot about the story until Steve had come home from a dental appointment saying that he had to get a root canal, and they would be administering laughing gas.

“I’ll take you, pretty boy, that way you don’t need to call a taxi after.” Now was his time to see Steve on laughing gas in action.

Steve had protested, telling Billy that there was really no reason for the blond to take time off work, but Billy insisted, so Steve shrugged, agreeing.

***

The day of the procedure arrived, and Billy drove Steve there, waiting in the lobby while Steve had his dental work done.

About an hour later, Steve emerged into the reception area on the arm of the dental assistant.

“Hi Billy baby!” Steve garbled out around the gauze stuffed in his mouth, waving frantically at Billy, a dopey smile on his face. “I can’t feel my face!”

Billy rushed to collect Steve, a grin spreading over his face. He thanked the assistant, who informed Billy that the dentist would be out soon to talk to Billy about Steve’s after appointment care.

A couple minutes later, a young brunette woman emerged through the swinging door and headed right for Billy and Steve.

“Hi,” she said, sticking out her hand for Billy to shake. “I’m Dr. Phillips. You must be Billy. Steve’s husband? Steve’s told me so much about you.”

Billy took her hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you Dr. Phillips.”

“Isn’t he pretty? Look at him. His hair is so curly and his skin is so gold.” Steve said suddenly, turning to the oral surgeon.

She nodded, a smile on her face. “Yes, Steve, he’s very pretty.”

Steve leaned in closer to her. “Did I tell you how nice his boobies are? He has nice boobies. And a big” Steve held his hands out about a foot apart, which was flattering, but frankly untrue. “I have a big crush on him. But don’t tell him, ok? Billy can’t know I like him.”

The doctor winked at Steve conspiratorially, making a motion as if locking her lips. “Your secrets safe with me.”

She turned to Billy, whose face was now crimson. Fuck, he thought Steve would just talk about aliens or something again. Billy felt like he was going to melt into the floor.

Thankfully, the doctor went through Steve’s care plan quickly, and they were able to get on their way.

“Hey,” Steve said to Billy, tugging on the blonde’s sleeve. “Did I tell you I have a crush on Billy? He’s the best.”

Billy smiled, looping his arm around Steve’s shoulder and pulling him close as they walked to the parking lot. “No, Steve. You’ve never told me. I’m sure he’d be really happy to hear it though. I think he has a crush on you too.”

“Really, you think so?” Steve asked, his eyes wide.

Billy’s heart warmed, filled with fondness for the silly brunette. “Yeah, I really think so.”

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[shieldofiron]

Popsicle Sticks

Billy never knew Christmas could be like this. Christmas with Neil normally meant a few small presents stuffed in his same ancient stocking, and a silent night, unless Neil started to get into the liquor cabinet. Susan tried to make it cheery, but it wasn’t like they were a family or anything.

This year was different.

“I think the smaller one is better,” Steve points out a smaller tree, leaned up against the fence.

“Yeah, it will make up for my lack of decorations,” Billy chuckles, “Smaller. She’ll like that.”

“Yeah,” Harrington is made for the cold, it seems. His cheeks are pink, eyes bright in the cold, happy and cheerful under his homemade beanie that he announced was a gift from Mrs. Henderson.

She made one for Billy too, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wear it. It was stuffed in his pocket along with the gloves he was also too chicken to wear, even though he was freezing, and more than a little miserable.

But Harrington’s smile is better than hot cocoa or a fireplace, “Don’t worry about the decorations, man.”

Billy shrugs and picks up the tree Harrington picked, feeling the cold bite into his hands, “Whatever you say.”

Harrington grins, all teeth, “Trust me.”

Billy just snorts, “Okay, you want me to strap this to the roof of your car?”

“The roof? No way, the sap will ruin my paint job,” Steve digs his keys out of his pocket, “It’ll fit in the trunk.”

“Ah, I see why you wanted the smaller tree,” Billy smirks, “Want me to wrap it up first? Put a bow on it?”

Steve just tips his chin up, “Nah. You can do that later. Want to unwrap you.”

Billy can feel his cheeks turn pink, “We’re in public.”

Steve just raises one brow, “I meant the tree.”

Billy just huffs a little.

Steve winks, “I’ll pay.”

When they finally get back to Billy’s little apartment, Billy’s briefly happy that they did get the smaller tree. A larger tree would look sad with his single strand of lights in the tiny shitty little place, and he wants to make it feel better for Max. Like a home. Or as close as they can get it.

He carries the tree up the stairs, griping at Steve, who’s hopping up ahead of him.

“Coulda helped a little, Pretty-”

“Surprise!” Steve flips the lights on, and kids pop out of every hiding place they can find in the tiny space.

Paper snowflakes hang from the ceiling, and someone’s strung popcorn strings and multicolored Christmas lights across the bare walls. Mr and Mrs Hopper hang back in the kitchen, and when he sees them, Joyce gives him jazz hands, grinning widely.

“Fuck-” Billy chokes on his own tongue, “Is this for Max?”

And then he sees her, hanging at the dining room table with Lucas and Jane.

She smirks “No, it’s for you, obviously.”

“Why?” Billy furrows his brow.

“Because... well for a lot of reasons,” She pulls something out of her pockets and holds it out to him, “But mostly because it’s Christmas.

It’s an ornament, a picture of them in a homemade frame of popsicle sticks painted bright red. The only picture they have of them really, since Neil burned the rest when Billy won custody. They’re standing in front of their new apartment in the summer, both looking sweaty and exhausted from moving. Max is giving a thumbs up. Billy is flipping Jonathan the bird.

At the bottom in Max’s neat script it says, ‘Our First Christmas.’

He can only stare at it for a moment, before he can look at her. In fact it takes him a while to do anything really. Steve takes the tree, and he sets it up where they planned, in front of the windows in the living room. Hopper and Jane string on Billy’s one strand of Christmas lights, and the kids pull out popsicle ornaments from a box under the sofa, stars and trees and snowflakes painted every color and strung with plain white string. Will has his elaborately painted with tiny patterns, but most of them are plain or covered in candy stripes. Steve even produces a single Jewish star painted blue and adds it near the top. When they’re done, the tree looks like a real Christmas tree. Like a real home.

The last one to go on the tree is Max’s ornament. If Billy is crying a little when he puts it on, he can blame it on the lights, or that he burned his tongue on the hot chocolate.

This year, it was different. This year, it was better.

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[midnightmare-fics]

Pentothal Pink Kisses

Ship: Harringrove (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,584

Warnings: truth serum, nonconsensual outing of a character, drugs, billy speaking from the heart, billy is so in love with steve, forced confessions (due to drugs), mind flayer possessed billy, couple's first kiss, billy redemption, billy loves max and max loves billy, fluff

Summary:

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Pink,” Billy answered immediately.

“Not what I was expecting…” Steve trailed off, looking over at the kids. “Why do you like pink?”

“Because you look good in it.”

Steve’s brain tripped, and he looked back at the other in shock. “Excuse me?”

“You wore a pink polo for Valentine’s Day,” Billy continued like they were talking about the weather. “It brought out the gold flecks in your eyes.”

~*~

Under the effects of the Mind Flayer and truth serum, Billy and Steve have a heart-to-heart, and Steve finds out a lot more than he bargained for…

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[ellewritesandrants]

Has anyone done the accidentally married in Vegas with Harringrove because if not, I have a proposition to make.

This going to be more modern AU but imagine it’s a few years down the line and the gang’s all done with college and they’re well into their adulting years. Of course, Heather and Robin have been high school sweethearts who had a long engagement only to say fuck it and elope to Vegas with their two best men who also happen to be each other’s best friends.

Imagine the four of them sharing an apartment all throughout college which made sense since Heather and Robin shared and Steve and Billy had bunk beds instead of a queen in their room. Imagine the absolute chaos they instilled whenever they went out in any permutation of the group until they had to clarify that there was definitely at least one couple there which was queer and it definitely wasn’t with the boys no matter how many times they did things that were suss.

Everyone knew that Billy was gay, that Heather was bisexual and that Robin was a lesbian but Steve was a baby budding bisexual and it didn’t help that his roommate was a hot gay who fit literally every single one of his boxes when it comes to men. The decision to still live together after graduation was just practical because they knew how each other worked and it made living in the city a lot easier when they had people they trusted by their side. Of course, they moved to an actual house once they could afford it but it was still the four of them against the world.

Imagine Heather and Robin constantly being hounded by their parents as to when they’ll get married, if they still want to get married and with Heather’s parents still constantly trying to get her to date the boys her parents found that could get her to forget her rebellious phase. Out of anger, Heather proposes they just get it over and done with in Vegas over the long weekend so no one else can have a say in their wedding. After all, the most important thing is that they love each other and they want to be together.

Robin agrees and they just have to get the boys to come with since they need witnesses. The boys wholeheartedly agree with the plan and they promise to make the weekend a trip they’ll never forget because it’ll be a bachelorette party and a honeymoon all condensed into one four day long weekend. They plan to immediately get married as soon as possible to get it over with and then to celebrate at the club and casinos for the rest of the weekend.

Of course, things don’t go according to plan because they all get wasted and Billy and Steve wake up in the same bed with matching wedding rings in the honeymoon suite originally booked for Heather and Robin with the girls cuddled up together in the empty jacuzzi. They piece the night together and they realize they went to reenact the wedding after getting wasted so they bought rings and went to the church but they’d also stupidly reenacted the signing of the marriage certificate too.

Weirdly enough, Steve doesn’t protest being married to a gay man even if Heather and Billy thought he was straight and this was the perfect opportunity to tell them that he was bisexual. Of course, this doesn’t help Billy’s almost decade long crush on Steve and for some reason, Steve proposes that they just stay married since it doesn’t really hurt anyone and it makes their life easier in terms of explaining their living situation and everything.

Billy is stupid for Steve so of course he agrees and their hangouts become dates and they eventually move to sharing one bedroom instead of having separate ones just to save space and to really feel the fantasy. Steve is actively wooing Billy while Billy is trying to keep his heart from breaking on the day Steve asks for a divorce.

Steve officially asks Billy to be his boyfriend at the exact same time Billy thinks Steve’s about to ask for a divorce to get back with his old flame. Misunderstandings are corrected and after a year of being married, they have their first sober kiss together. They end up finally consummating the relationship that night and they never go back.

It’s a bit convoluted but Billy wouldn’t have it any other way because he gets to fall asleep in Steve’s arms and wake up to kisses being peppered on his face, neck and/or chest by his loving husband. Of course, Heather and Robin eventually reveal that their wedding certificate didn’t count since they were both under the influence so on their fifth anniversary, they go back to Vegas to do it right this time around.

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[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

Fic prompt concept….Eddie/Chrissy and Steve/Billy double date. Where would they go? What would they do? Do Billy and Eddie fist bump under the table because they both bagged the prettiest people in Hawkins??? Give me the details.

Ahhhh thank you so much! This kind of ran away with me and turned into a whole fleshed-out idea about exchanging class rings but here we go.

Edissy and Harringrove fluff!!

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Steve is trying his best to have fun but it’s quickly becoming a challenge. Billy, Eddie, and Chrissy are excellent skaters. They whirl around the rink with ease; Eddie even shows off a little by hiking Chrissy into the air or spinning her around in tight circles by the hips. She flings her head back to giggle, curly ponytail bouncing, her boyfriend’s too-big shirt billowing where it isn’t tucked into her tight denim shorts. They’re a picture of ease, the cutest couple at the rink.

Steve clings to the wall, scooting incrementally around the room. 

Billy pulls up to his side, slipping an arm around his waist to try guiding him into the fray. “Woah there, cowboy.”

“C’mon, princess, it’ll be fun. I won’t let go of you or let you fall, I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” the older boy squints, holding up his hand. Billy wraps his pinky around Steve’s and nods once.

“Pinky swear.” He leans toward the center of the floor and Steve lets go of the wall, allowing the blond to take control. He keeps his knees bent the way Billy taught him and clings to the younger boy’s bicep with both hands. “That’s it, pretty boy. You’ve got this.”

After two slow but successful passes around the floor, Steve catches the hang of roller skating and straightens up a little. He releases Billy’s arm from his vice grip. “This isn’t so bad! It’s kind of fun, actually.”

“Told you,” Billy smiles. Really smiles. 

Eddie and Chrissy pause their flipping and twirling. The cheerleader drags her boyfriend over by the wrist. “I’m gettin’ hungry. You guys want to hit the snack bar for refreshments?”

There are nods all around. Billy insists he can cover a pizza to split and Eddie claims responsibility for their drinks, leaving Steve and Chrissy to flap their hands and argue uselessly about pitching in. It takes some grumbling and bartering, but eventually it’s agreed that they can pick up the bill “next time” the four hang out together. 

As the two metalheads skate off toward the snack bar, Steve hears Billy say: “Refreshments? Demanding to pay for dinner? How’d we bag such sweet dates, Munson?”

“Good luck?” Eddie shrugs. Chrissy elbows Steve in the ribs, clearly just as amused and pleased as him about their boys’ commentary. 

“What cuties, huh?” she grins. 

“Yeah. He’d skin me alive if he heard me saying it, but Billy is the most kindhearted marshmallow I’ve ever met. I want to raise his kids and wash his car by hand and make him dinner every day.”

“You’re a shit cook, Harrington,” the cheerleader quips. Steve is too excited about sitting down in the booth without tripping or falling over to fight back. 

“My point still stands.”

“You’d make a great housewife,” Chrissy parks herself across from him at the table with far more grace than he could ever manage. “An apron, some oven mitts, a nice pearl necklace…”

“Chrissy,” Steve gawks. “That's so gross!”

“What are you talking about!? You’re the one with your mind in the gutter.”

“Whatever.”

There's a beat of silence and then...

“Has he given you his ring yet?” she asks, fiddling with the hem of her shorts. 

“His class ring?” Steve clarifies. Chrissy nods, curls bobbing. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip nervously, as if Eddie Munson would ever consider leaving her again now that he’s finally managed to win her over. Steve reaches across the table and pats her on the arm encouragingly. “I’m sure Eddie is planning to offer you his ring, Chris. If he can find the damn thing in that pigsty of a room.”

“He is kind of a mess, isn’t he?” 

“Duh, he’s a teenage boy. We don’t grow out of the messiness until our early twenties, or so I’m told,” Steve answers. She smiles again, shoulders lax with relief. “And to answer your question, no. Billy hasn’t given me his class ring yet, either.”

Chrissy repeats his earlier back to him sentiment in her soft, bright voice, “I’m sure he will.”

Steve certainly hopes so; he wants nothing more than to keep Billy Hargrove. To make him happy.

—

“Are you really here with Chrissy Cunningham?” Duane Levington asks from behind the snack counter. Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s cool, man. She’s super nice.”

“Oh, well, yeah. That’s kind of why I’m going out with her. Total sweetheart.”

“Right,” Duane nods. Billy and Eddie put in their order and take their call number. 

“You gonna give her your class ring tonight like you planned?” Billy bumps his shoulder into Eddie’s and nearly crashes the taller boy into a trash can. 

“Hey! Watch it, Hargrove. And yeah, I am. When’re you gonna give yours to Steve?”

“I… I can’t,” Billy sighs. “I gave it to someone back in California and never got it back. Now he probably expects one and I’m not sure what to do.”

“Give me a week, buddy, and I’ll have something even better for you to give your pretty boy.”

“Thanks, man.” 

“Of course. Anything for my two best friends.”

"Also never fuckin' call Harrington 'pretty boy' again, got it?"

"Jeez, yeah. Sorry."

---

ONE WEEK LATER

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Steve practically bounces up to Chrissy in the aisle of Family Video and pokes her in the ribs to make her jump. “Hey, what the fu– Oh, hey Harrington. What’s up?”

“He finally did it!” Steve holds up his hand and wiggles his pointer finger. “I mean, it’s not a class ring ‘cause that’s back in California… but close enough!”

Chrissy whoops and throws her arms around his neck, both of them jumping up and down as Robin watches with equal parts disdain and amusement. 

“Did Eddie make that?” the cheerleader points. The heavy silver skull resting at the base of Steve’s finger glints under the dim lights as he turns it back and forth. 

“Yeah, but Billy designed it to match his tattoo.”

“Gross!” Robin blurts. She throws her hands in the air and gestures wildly all the way back into the sorting room. “You guys are all super gross!”

“We know!” Steve shouts back. Chrissy laughs, Eddie’s ring glinting on her finger, the base wrapped in yarn to keep it from slipping off. “Congrats, Chris. I’m happy for you.”

“You too, Harrington. We bagged the hottest boys in Hawkins!”

“Damn straight.”

“Well…”

“Shut up, Cunningham.”

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