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Billy and Steve get away from the house party for a little “In Vino Veritas” for @harringrovesummerbingo

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Bend Me, Shape Me

For my @harringrovesummerbingo Card, for the space: Bent Over The Hood

Steve thought he would stop by the new Kmart after he dropped the kids off at the arcade. It was just twenty minutes off the highway and the house was getting low on groceries so why not. He knew the number of the delivery service by heart, but it wasn’t like he had anything to rush back home for. He and Nancy had broken up ages ago and it was Robin’s shift today at the video store. He could use the outing!

But he started to regret the spur of the moment adventure when his car's engine started smoking almost as soon as he backed out of the parking lot with a full trunk of groceries. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal, he’d prayed a little. It was a good car, but it had been through a lot the last couple of years so maybe it was just in need of a tune up. If he could just make it home, he’d take it in to the shop tomorrow.

Halfway there though, the engine started sputtering and Steve winced, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel.

"Come on, come on baby," he muttered, hoping that a little pep talk might coax the car into deciding it didn’t want to give him trouble. Just kidding! But as the noise grew more insistent, he knew he had no such luck. With a resigned sigh, he veered into the left lane to head towards Munson's auto shop figuring it was better safe than sorry.

Thankfully the engine held up the five or so minutes it took to get there, and Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the lot in front of the garage. What sounded like screaming guitars to his ears, but what somebody else obviously thought was music pumped out of a clunky pair of speakers propped up on a crate just inside the large bay doors. Inside he could see the wall lined with tool chests and shelves full of car parts, and a collection of cars spread out over the oil stained floor, in various states of disrepair. Some were lifted on lifts, while others were parked on the dirty concrete.

What he couldn’t see was Wayne or his assistant Danny moving around inside, and neither of them came out to get a look at whoever had just driven up. Maybe they hadn’t heard him pull up over the loud music?

Stepping out of his car, Steve kicked the door shut behind him and approached the entrance, calling out "Wayne?” expecting to find the grizzled mechanic bent over the hood of some rust bucket. But it wasn't Wayne's or even Danny's face that emerged from behind the open hood of a red chevy truck parked just out of sight from where Steve had left the BMW in the lot.

Instead it was Billy Hargrove with a wrench in his hand, face and arms stained with grease, the long hair he’d grown out since Starcourt pulled back away from his face into a messy sort of bun. Steve's heart skipped a beat when those blue eyes landed on him, glaring. He immediately felt like an idiot for it, but he had to remind himself that the last time he saw Billy Hargrove the guy was like fully possessed and taking damage like he was the terminator or something. So fair. Unfair was the way his biceps looked in the ratty tank top he was wearing. Hargrove was such an asshole, it would have been nice if the universe could have given Steve a break and made the guys outsides match his insides a little more. Cause 'fuck me’ Steve would have to like, move to the gym to get anywhere close to that.

“You need something Harrington, or did you just come here to stare at me?”

Steve jolted at the sound of Billy’s voice, realizing belatedly that was exactly what he was doing - just standing there staring at Billy like some kinda moron.

"Didn’t know you worked here. I, uh, didn't peg you for a gearhead," Steve said, hoping Billy would take that as sufficient explanation for the staring and not attribute it to the jealousy that had momentarily taken over Steve.

Billy's lips twisted into a smirk, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Wayne's teaching me a thing or two. Figured it's better than scaring off the moms at the pool with these." He gestured vaguely to his chest, and Steve’s gaze immediately went to where the tight (never gonna be white again) top he wore clung to his stomach with sweat around his belly button. Steve knew there were scars hidden beneath that tank. Could see hints of them peeking out from the wide neck and armholes, and yet it was the sight of Billy’s skin, raw and pink, and the tantalizing dip of his belly button that he couldn’t seem to tear his mind or his gaze off of.

“Do you want me to bend you over the hood?” Steve absolutely did not hear Billy ask him in the middle of his employer’s garage. And yet, that didn’t stop the unsettling twist in his gut or the slamming of his heart in response to whatever he misheard.

Steve snapped his gaze back up to meet Billy's stare. Billy’s eyes burned back at him, like he could see right into Steve’s head and the messed up thoughts that sometimes flitted through them.

“Wuh?” he asked dumbly, and Billy’s lips curled into an almost menacing smile. His dark brows arched, taunting, blue eyes glinting with familiar amusement with just a hint of cruelty to it.

“I said, do you need me to take a look under your hood, Pretty Boy?” Billy answered, and Steve swallowed. Nodded. Barely even noticed the stupid teasing on account of how relieved he was to hear a perfectly normal sentence come out of Billy's mouth.

“Yeah. I’m parked just out here.” He backed up, thumb gesturing toward the lot behind him, happy for a reason to retreat without looking like he was running away. Fuck he needed some air. It was way too stuffy in there.

PART TWO

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Maybe he was just here to see if Steve went through with it.

Billy was staring at the doors to the perfect white church like he could burn a hole through them, so intently. It felt like a hole was burning right through his chest.

He’s finally done it, finally laid out that he couldn’t be Steve’s dirty little side piece while Steve went off and married the perfect girl his parents had picked out.

He was cursing that pride now, staring at the church.

He was about to turn over the engine and drive off, go somewhere and drown his sorrows when the door burst open, and Steve ran out.

He looked devastatingly handsome as always, so much that Billy doubted his eyes, sure that he was imagining something. He wouldn’t put it past himself, felt like his mind breaking could almost be a relief after losing Steve.

But then Steve slammed his palms on the window. “Unlock the door, Billy.”

Billy blinked, scrambling to do what Steve asked while not removing his eyes from Steve’s perfect face.

He could see more people now, the Harringtons advancing down the steps and a large, poufy figure in white.

“Go get him, Steve!” She shouted.

Steve threw himself into the seat and slammed the door shut in his dad’s face. “Drive, Billy, drive.”

“Am I dreaming?” Billy said, still frozen.

“No,” Steve yanked Billy by his necklace into a deep kiss, one that drew an outraged squawk from outside the car. “It’s me. Take me home, Billy.”

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Throwing some love at you because your harringrove art makes my heart beat more happily

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Thank you so much! ♡ Here's a whiny Billy dealing with winter in Hawkins. He's built different (as in not for this)

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harringrove antis: this isn't a ship nor will it ever be

harringrove shippers:

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Post tussle at the Byers' WIP

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Kid shark Billy is the cutest thing in existence and must be protected at all costs

don't worry! steve will protect him!

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sorry not to get all upset about billy hargrove except exactly to get upset about billy hargrove but im just thinking about all those anti arguments of how billy should be like jonathan. how billy should have made the hargrove-mayfields like the byers, like that was somehow his responsibility. how billy should’ve stood up to his abuser… but like, at every turn billy literally is unable to. when will’s whereabouts are in question and lonnie pushes jonathan up against a wall, jonathan is easily able to push him off. when max’s whereabouts are in question and neil pushes billy up into a wall, billy gets hit. when will or jonathan need their mom to be there for them, she’s ready to fight to protect them. when billy needs his mom/step mom to be there for him, she leaves or she turns a blind eye. when will stands up to the mindflayer (his abuser) everyone is there to help him even when it makes him lash out. when billy stands up to the mindflayer (his abuser) everyone just watches and he dies. like its right there and its so clear and its SO TRAGIC! i know we all already know this but its so fucking explicit in canon. the parallels are right there and they highlight that billy straight up cant be like jonathan/the byers even when he tries. i cannot fucking get over the wilful ignorance of that when we are shown it again and again

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billy hargrove after being a character with such depth and layers to him; his abusive upbringing, watching his dad abuse his mother, his mother LEAVING him in the care of his abusive father, a stepmom and stepsister pushed on him, being expected to look after his younger sister whilst simultaneously taking care of himself, trying to keep up with his cool, bad boy persona whilst still grappling with his past, getting flayed as a teenager, who is still very much scared and uncertain about the world, dying at the mercy of the mindflayer as he stood up to his abuser, apologising to his stepsister for everything he did to her, before bleeding to death.

yet, he's still dumbed down to mean guy who took king steve's title.

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Steamy Harringrove sketch

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Nancy: Would you say you’re independent?

Steve: *looks at billy*

Billy: *nods*

Steve: Yes I would

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a little wip bc I didn’t finish this today like I wanted to. painting my ass off trying to get this to look right. we’re starting to get somewhere!!

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L1 would be so cute!!!

Here ya go anon, this one was fun! 😘

[L1 from this meme]

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Obsessed with the fact that whenever Billy and Steve were on screen together, it was just giving very long drawn out foreplay

Like, Steve just staring at Billy’s bare chest?

“Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington- yeah it’s me don’t cream your pants?????”

The level of power they would have had if they interacted in Season 3………..the tv would have exploded from the sexual tension

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back on my bullshit

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billy resurrection except he’s gotta use his tits to break the cemetery gate open elvira mistress of the dark style

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