#harringrove video

[gayfiction]

The 1 | Harringrove

Would you guys be interested in this lil Harringrove video I made where Billy and Steve both save each other

Song: The 1 by Louis Tomlinson (AI cover)

#i put a lot of time into this #harringrove #stranger things #steve x billy #billy x steve #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove video #harringrove edit #gayfiction

[valtoon]

you were my crown

now i'm in exile, seeing you out

what do you call a break up that wasn't even a break up cause you weren't together together

#harringrove #harringrovefanart #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove edit #valtoon #edits #harringrove video

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Billy is the only character to be called a faggot by a parent. No good parent calls their kid a slur and hurts them.

Billy is a victim.

Reblog this. People seem to forget that Billy is still a teen that gets abused by his father. Again, Billy Hargrove is a victim. Stop erasing this.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #dacre montgomery #video #mine #billy hargrove deserved better #harringrove

[weird-an]

Robin: What's your type, Steve?

Steve: Blonde.

Billy leaning over the counter at Family Video to listen closely.

Steve: Big tits.

Billy pursing his lips and unbuttoning his shirt even further.

Steve: Thin little mustache.

Billy, stumbling back a little: Wait, what-

Steve: Just ask me out already.

#robin wings it #family video is chaos #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve x billy

[adelacreations]

Hello Billy. I'll be doing your prostate exam.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove #pretty sure this is a new djo music video but HELP

[saberghatz]

Billy Survives / Billy Rescue Mission

aka how I cope post-ST4 LOL. Dedicated to @memes-saved-me thank you so much for making this possible ♡

#harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my videos

[crovoroh]

Ahhh happy birthday baby boy!!!! 🤧🤧🤧

I wasnt gonna draw anything, ive been so busy but then the fear of missing out on celebrating his first birthday was making me sad ;;

#Im also kinda sad i didnt do anything for harringrove week #Life has just been so wild and any lounge time i find id rather use it playing videos games 😅 #But i gotta draw my boy for his very first fandom birthday celebration 🥺🥺🥺 #I wasnt to sure what i wanted to do so i just sorrrrtaaa did a redraw of the very first art i drew of billy #He was holding a random cat #billy hargrove #stranger things #My art #Coral the cat

[martianclown]

Some kind of harringrove past and future au (perhaps reincarnation or time travel who knows) lol anyone want to take it and run with it? Be my guest

#harringrove #my video

[theladycarpathia]

“This is invite only, Hargrove,” Robin says, firmly planting her feet in the middle of the door. The general appearance of Family Video is putting out signals that they are shut up for business. The blinds are closed, the lights are off and the sign on the front door clearly states ‘Closed for Private event.’ Keith was finally cool enough to let them use the back room of Family Video for a movie night, providing that he could come and Robin introduced him to the girls from Band. Whether any of them will be interested is another matter.

“I’m aware,” Billy says, chewing lazily on a piece of gum. Christ, he’s not even closing his mouth as he chews. Fuck knows why half the girls at school found him attractive - they’ve clearly not seen the white glob of gum being mashed between his teeth. “I was invited.”

“Oh yeah?” Robin challenges, because to her knowledge you had to be invited by either Keith, Steve or herself. They’d kept the list relatively small - Vickie, Lucy and Anna from school, Nancy and Jonathan, Eddie and Chrissy, Heather, Barb, and a few others from their collective high school years. She’d seen the list. She’d written the list. No way was Billy Hargrove on it. “By who?”

Billy’s shit-eating grin widens.

“By Harrington, of course,” he purrs, as though she’s one of those moms that used to lounge by the pool or book his lessons at the club. She can’t quite picture Billy teaching people tennis, not anymore than she could picture him teaching kids to swim. But apparently the white shorts have the same effect as the little red lifeguarding ones on the housewives of Hawkins. Gross.

Then his words register and she gawps at him.

“I really don’t fucking think so,” she says bluntly, because she’s heard enough about Billy and Steve. The Halloween party, the car race that ended up with both of them in jail, the scuffle at the basketball game, despite them both being on the same team. The two have a long and complicated history, and Robin knows this because she’s worked with Steve at various jobs for the last year and a half. Which means all she’s heard is bitching about Billy Hargrove for the last year and a half.

She’d heard enough even before she and Steve were friends. The dethroned King and the new kid on the block, having it out in a fight that ended with both of them bloodied and unconscious. Even she’d heard the whispers and discounted almost all of them immediately. It was a fight over Wheeler. No, it was a fight over another girl. No, it was definitely over Wheeler, because they were at the Byers place. Jonathan actually defeated both of them, leaving them passed out on his living room floor. There was so much shit and Robin had pegged all of it as untrue. 

She knew enough of King Steve, the hair, the mouth, the legend. She’d vaguely seen Billy in the halls and at games. It wasn’t until he hung over her counter, a challenge in his eyes, that she’d realized some of the truth behind that fight. Realized a few things about Billy Hargrove that most of the kids at school wouldn’t. 

She’s not sure Steve knows.

She thinks that Billy knows about her.

“I was invited,” he insists, casually leaning on the door-frame. He still dresses like a whore, Robin is amused to note. He’s wearing a shirt, if you can call revealing both tits and a hint of belly button ‘wearing.’ He’s wearing a pair of jeans so tight that they could be painted on, which is no improvement from the obscenely white shorts he wears at the club. Where teenage girls and suburban moms flock to in droves, just to adjust their tennis whites and hope to catch his eye.

Robin really wishes she could tell them that they’re barking up the wrong tree. She’s had Billy pegged since the day they opened Scoops and he turned up in a tank top and jeans, just to lounge in a booth with his cantankerous sister for half an hour. She didn’t even seem to want to be there, which had made Robin think.  

He pulls out a cigarette and a lighter, even though he still has gum in his mouth. She sincerely hopes that he’s not the kind of person who just drops his old gum onto the sidewalk. But to her relief, he sticks it into the wrapper and stashes it in his pocket, cigarette dangling from his bottom lip. “Old Stevie and I are good pals now, haven't you heard?”

“No,” Robin retorts. Steve is her best friend, a fact that still baffles and delights her. Pitching up at Scoops last summer to find that the king of Hawkins High was her coworker hadn’t exactly filled her with joy. 

But as it turns out, Steve is pretty cool. And they don’t keep secrets, which is why Robin is so sure that she would have heard about this little development. 

Alright, so she’s kept Billy’s rather obvious crush secret, but that’s not hers to tell. 

“Well, we are,” he says, shortly, exhaling a stream of smoke. His cool blue eyes flash briefly, a little of that hot temper making a reappearance. Robin smothers a grin. 

“So,” she says casually, making sure she takes up as much space in the doorway as possible. It’s fucking freezing, because it’s November but she’s not about to miss the opportunity to mock him. “If I go and get old Stevie…he’ll totally say that he invited you because you’re such ‘good buds’. Did I get that right?” She watches his jaw clench, a familiar enough motion. Billy Hargrove is all coiled heat, an explosion just waiting for the right spark. 

“That’s what I said,” he says, stubbing out his now smouldering, barely used, cigarette on the side of the building - thank fuck Keith isn’t out here to see this - and flicks it away. “Now can you go and get him before we both freeze our tits off out here?” 

“Hey!” Steve appears behind Robin, bright in his favorite yellow sweater. He spots Billy in the doorway and fucking beams. Robin moves from feeling like she’s missed a step to feeling as though she’s just tumbled down the entire fucking staircase.

“Hey, Bambi,” Billy says easily, and nudges Robin out of the way, slipping inside the warmth of Family Video. He just…softens the moment he sees Steve, all of his previous aggression seeping away. Robin stares. 

She doesn’t get it personally. Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is just like any other guy. Nice enough hair, big dark eyes, pouty mouth. He’s not bad to look at. But she never got why it sent all the girls at school into raptures when he walked by, and she really doesn’t get it now.

“You made it!” Steve says, tugging awkwardly on a strand of hair that’s fallen in front of his eyes. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”

“Nearly didn’t,” Billy comments, flicking a disdainful glance at Robin. “I didn’t know your bouncer was going to be so effective.” Steve has the decency to look sheepish.

“I forgot to add your name to the list,” he mumbles, and Robin can smell the lie on him a mile off. He didn’t add Billy to the list on purpose, knowing full well he’d have to explain why he was inviting an asshole to their movie night. “Go in, I just have to…speak to Robin.”

Robin closes the door on the cold Indiana air and folds her arms across her chest. Steve waits until Billy has vanished behind the Employees Only red curtain.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” Robin demands, feeling unsettled and embarrassed. She hates that Billy has managed to show her up, but the core of her hurt lies in that Steve didn’t tell her. Actually willingly kept something from her. They’ve never done that, not since that night at Carol’s party where they both got totally wasted on some kind of punch and she told him about Tammy Thompson. Sharing secrets and a toilet bowl is what made them best friends. 

“I’m sorry!” Steve pleads, an upset flush to his neck. “It was a last minute thing and I thought you wouldn’t approve. I mean, it’s Billy.”

“Well, yeah,” Robin says, flicking the lock on the door. Short of any more surprise visitors, everyone is here. They probably don’t have long before Keith demands they start the first film. “But I thought we hated Billy. You hate Billy. All I’ve heard for nearly two years is that he’s an asshole with stupid hair and stupid tight jeans and…” She trails off. Now that she’s said it all aloud she can hear herself. Can hear how Steve’s words sound, how familiar they are because she’s said things like that herself. How Becky Orchard thought she was all that in her training bra. That Beth Larsen’s new red lipstick was too bright and Robin couldn’t stop staring at it. That Tammy Thompson’s stupid perfume made her gag. 

Oh yes. Robin’s said things like that before. 

“Steve,” Robin says, slowly. “Do you have something that you want to tell me?”

Steve promptly looks terrified.

“It was dumb,” he mutters, eyes flicking down to the floor. “I don’t really…”

But what he means to say is lost as Keith barrels back through the curtains to demand that they start the film now because people have curfews (Keith has a curfew) and it’s inconsiderate to not start promptly (Keith is terrified of his mother) and who the fuck invited Billy Hargrove (and whoever did so is fired, because Keith is also terrified of Billy.)

“Coming,” Robin calls merrily and then digs her fingers into Steve’s arm so he can’t run away.

“I will let this go for tonight but you are taking me home after shift tomorrow and buying pizza and telling me exactly what the hell is going on.” Steve nods mutely and flees the moment she lets go. How much of an answer she’ll get out of him tomorrow is debatable, which is fucking wild given that she’s heard every gory detail of his love live, from Heidi, to Janine to Daisy.

Robin doesn’t follow him in just yet, needing a minute to tip her head back against the door and take a deep breath. Holy shit. 

She’ll have to go in soon and endure yet another rewatch of Fast Times, and Keith’s awkward conversations with her friends and as she’s not sure how far along Steve and Billy are, there’s a chance they’ll sneak off to the closest to make out which really ruins her plans with Vickie. They only have the one supply closet. 

Man, Steve really can’t give her shit over Tammy Thompson now.

Cheered by the thought, she slips into the back just as the opening credits roll up, and slides into her seat next to Vickie. But she doesn’t look at the movie right away, instead watching the barely visible space in between Billy and Steve and wonders how she didn’t see it before. 

#harringroveweek #harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #I'm very soft for billy being a dick to everyone #but steve #the boy has it bad #modern au #no upside down au #prompt: invite only #family video #robin buckley #robin missed a few things #and steve and billy will go make out in the cupboard #Luna add to masterlist

[memes-saved-me]

Hunter Billy x Vampire Steve

Destined to fight one another on opposing sides of a centuries old battle, Steve has learned to fight his thirst for blood but Billy can only try to contain his urges that if discovered would put them both in extraordinary danger beyond their imagination...

Tried something new and after fighting with gifs and tumblr's video format requirements this is what I achieved

#video edit below the cut #harringrove #harringroveweek #edit #sillouette #my art

[astorytotellyourfriends]

so @cyraclove sent me this fb reel (bc she's secretly a grandma) that was these two guys reacting to some reddit post about a guy who couldn't stay hard after his gf (or maybe just some girl he was hooking up with idk) told him to knock her up during sex and both of them were like THAT WOULD NOOOOT BE A PROBLEM FOR ME

and naturally my brain went "that's so eddie."

but then it went "oh shit that's also steve."

and so naturally together we decided that eddie and steve start a podcast called something like Reluctant Friends and their whole shtick is that their partners (chrissy and billy, respectively) are best friends and therefore they're forced to be around each other a lot and this is their way of trying to find common ground so they don't annoy the fuck out of each other all the time (but they still totally do anyway)

the first couple episodes are probably just them bitching about each other while also going on tangent after tangent about how it doesn't make any sense whatsoever that chrissy and billy are such good friends because they're COMPLETE opposites and yet their bond is unbreakable (surprise! it's childhood trauma)

but when they inevitably (i.e., very quickly) run out of things to talk about they start reacting to shitty relationship posts on reddit and they come across That Post and discover that they both have a serious breeding kink and voila! common ground.

(that episode goes viral. chrissy is extremely embarrassed but also behind closed doors she is very on board with eddie's breeding kink, while billy never stops teasing steve about it both in public and private.)

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #harringrove #billy x steve #i cannot believe i want to write this so badly #it's SO STUPID #but also SO THEM #once again cyraclove ruins my life by sending me 5 second videos #hellcheer headcanons #harringrove headcanons #stranger things

[gayfiction]

Steal the Show | Harringrove

Full story in youtube description

#stranger things #harringrove #steve x billy #billy x steve #steve harrington #billy hargrove #lauv #steal the show #elemental #harringrove video #harringrove edit

[valtoon]

if you're in love then you are the lucky one

#harringrove #billy hargrove #fanart #steve harrington #stranger things #edits #billy x steve #valtoon #steve x billy #video edit

[ickypuppi3]

# [oozing black goo] it’s all part of the charm, baby

#steve adjusting his rear view: what is that what IS that #steve: and why do i want him #robin: let’s just focus on one thing at a time here ok? #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #wait this reminded me of that video of him winking in the car #brb gotta go check something #ickyposts

[magniloquent-raven]

thinkin about billy....bein soft.

about him not being able to relax most of the time. constantly being on edge, muscles tense, whether he's flexing intentionally or not. there's always this undercurrent of anxiety thrumming through him like a live wire, despite his best efforts to appear unaffected, he's always taut as a bowstring. planting his feet. bracing himself for a hit. and it got worse after the mind flayer, when he realized nowhere was safe, not even his own head.

the first time steve gives him a friendly pat—because that's a thing they do now apparently, they're friendly with each other—he pauses, resting his palm on billy's shoulder for a moment too long, warmth bleeding through thin cotton.

"you really are built like a brick wall, huh."

billy preens but there's a furrow between steve's eyebrows.

the first time they kiss it's a whirlwind of a thing, push and pull and gripping each other so tightly their knuckles ache. when steve slows the slide of his lips and gentles his hands, billy shudders, groans, freezes in his tracks for a split-second before throwing himself back into it with a press of his mouth that's as much a shove as a kiss.

there's a silent tug-of-war between them after that.

the first time they make each other come steve ends up pinned to a wall, billy caging him in, all teeth and heat and heavy breaths. they rut against each other, til billy's legs start to shake. steve is putty in his hands, loose-limbed and biting his lip harder with every drag of billy's hand against the damp spot on the front of his jeans. billy lets out a breath when he comes, but never relaxes.

steve kisses his shoulder, his arms wrapped around billy's waist. it's an invitation. a request. he'll hold billy up if he needs to.

but billy drops to his knees instead.

then he starts to notice steve inviting him over more often. he pokes fun at steve for being a priss. too good to fuck in alleys, public bathrooms, bent over the hood of a car, wherever the goddamn mood strikes. no, he needs his high thread-count sheets and real lube and fucking mood music.

it's not entirely true, he knows it, steve's always willing, no matter where they are, but still. his obsession with being in his own bed while they fuck is weird.

billy finds out exactly what that's about after four months of whatever it is they're doing.

when steve asks "do you trust me?" billy says yes before he even has time to think about it, and steve's grin in response is blindingly beautiful. "okay, tell me if you want me to stop. just. whenever, alright."

he doesn't tell steve to stop.

not when he sucks marks into billy's neck, teeth grazing his collarbone, soft lips dragging across his skin, slick fingers circling billy's hole while he works.

not when he sinks his cock in slowly, too slowly, muffling billy's groan with a kiss.

not when he refuses to let billy touch himself, threading their fingers together and kissing every scarred knuckle, pulling billy's searching hands away from his neglected cock with a sly smile.

not after the first orgasm that rips through him and shoots up his stomach in thick streams of white, that rocks him to his core and leaves him trembling under steve, oversensitive and biting back gasps with every spark that races up his spine as steve continues to fuck into him.

or the second, coaxed out with murmured praise, accompanied by a sharp cry and tears clinging to his eyelashes.

his limbs feel like jello. he's sweating in places he didn't know he could sweat. and steve's running his fingers through the mess on his stomach with a tiny, exhausted smile pressed into the crook of his neck.

"love seeing you like this," steve says, almost shyly. the smile in his voice is bigger than the one on his face.

"hm?"

"relaxed. y'know...comfy."

billy scoffs quietly.

"you know i've literally never seen you not flexing before now right. i had no idea your tummy could be soft." neither did he. his abdominal muscles twitch under steve's hand, but steve gives him a light tap. "don't you dare, i worked hard for this."

and billy...doesn't know how to feel about that. he shifts a little, discomfort tickling at him, buzzing under his skin. now that he's aware of how mellow he was feeling, it's hard to just sit in it and let it happen.

it takes practice. with steve petting his hair and talking about nothing, nails gently scritching his scalp, letting his mind drift. or steve wrapping silk around his wrists to keep him still while he tires him out, has his way with every inch of him. eventually he figures it out. lets himself be soft. comfortable.

he lets himself relax.

~~tag list @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle 💕💕

#billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #harringrove #stranger things #a raven's writing desk #yall know that one video of the person like. showing the difference between muscle when it's flexed and when it isnt #yeah #i havent even seen it recently it just popped into my head and i got to thinkin about squishy billy #and how he WOULD be tense all the time because. yknow. trauma. #but he deserves to squish a lil

[ventya]

Steve and Billy meeting for the first time:

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #video #the way i cant stop laughing at this video bc why does it fit so well