#billy hargrove

[c0bblenygma]

There you go Tomgrove Nation!

Chester finally posted this photo with Dacre on his Instagram 🧡

[grabmyboner]

this whole situation, harrington, i don’t know, it’s giving me the 𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓫𝓲𝓮 𝓳𝓮𝓮𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓼

[sailorbuckley]

the besties

[chrisbitchtree]

Out of curiosity, I’m wondering what the first Harringrove fic everyone read was? If you remember, reblog this with the name in the tags!

[harringrove-heroes]

A real clip of modern day Harringrove

[idkhyperfixations]

Harringrove omegaverse scents, but they’re from a happy time in their childhood. (Thank you @monsterpegger001 for the inspo for this and for Billy’s scent!!💕)

Omega!Billy; vanilla cupcakes and burnt sugar

It’s a scent that reminds him of California. Their too tiny home, and too tiny kitchen. He’s 6 and watching as his mom pours dry ingredients into a mixing bowl. Whisk in hand he scrunches his toes in excitement, curling them against the seat of the chair he’s stood on. Mom smiles down at him, her hair half hiding the bruise fading on her cheek, as she reaches for the eggs. She cracks them against the counter, and plops the insides into the bowl. She tells him how he’s such a big boy after he needs her help whisking only twice. They dance in the kitchen to Fleetwood Mac while the cupcakes cook, and even the ever looming threat of Neil’s eventual return can’t wipe the smiles off either of their faces. The cupcakes are a little too golden brown when they’re removed from the oven, but mom promises that the sweetness of the icing will balance it all out in the end. And mom says it, so it must be true. She’s right in the end of course. A little sweetness goes a long way, but it’ll be several years until he really understands the sentiment in it’s entirety.

Alpha!Steve; smokey whiskey with a touch of honey

He’s 7 and moms gone, on one of her weekend shopping trips in Indianapolis, leaving Steve and his dad alone. Which means his dad has invited some work friends over, and Steve’s been told 5 times already that he better be on his best behavior. But it’s not his fault that he just can’t sit still sometimes, and he can’t help it if his eyes wander in the middle of a conversation, it just happens without him knowing. They’re retiring to dads office to smoke cigars, a place Steve is under strict instruction that he’s not allowed to enter at any time, when one of dads friends asks Steve to refill his drink. Steve’s eyes flash to dad in silent question, and he nods. Steve spends whole evening refilling whiskey drinks for dad and his friends. Through their cloud of smoke and lowered inhibitions, all the men laugh and joke together and clap Steve on the back, complimenting him for keeping their glasses topped off. Dad even says Steve might have some use after all! Steve does such a good job making sure that everyone’s drinks stay full that dad doesn’t even get too mad when he realizes he’s nearly out of whiskey the next morning as he’s pouring it and some honey into a cup of tea. Dad, hungover and grumbling, says sometimes you need the sugar in the honey to cut the bitterness. Steve doesn’t really understand what that means and forgets about it entirely, until a decade later, but he never forgets it again.

[ariesbilly]

Hi! I'm a different anon than the one who sent you the little ❤ but I also always want to talk about Billy being sweet and teaching little kids how to swim!! I was a competitive swimmer for 10 years and, as much as I loved the competitive training side of things, participating in my neighborhood summer league was even better. Summer league is essentially a less intense swim team option for neighborhood kids where there's a central focus on having fun and learning about water safety. There are offical coaches and lots of family involvement but! The best part of growing up with my neighborhood team every summer was that the older kids got to help coach the younger kids when they came in not knowing how to swim. So starting from about 13 years old and on up until we age out at 18, the older kids get to spend the first few weeks of summer teaching 3, 4, and 5 year old little kids how to swim and it's ADORABLE. So now whenever I think about Billy teaching swim lessons, I picture him being all gentle and playful with the little ones and showing them how capable they are. He can help them smile and giggle and forget that they were ever nervous about getting in the water because Billy makes them feel so strong and brave! He might have the reputation of being rough with people his own age and older but Billy knows how important it is for kids to feel safe and loved and supported 💕 A while ago, I saw a drawing an artist did of Billy standing up in about waist deep water smiling and gently cheering on a little kid who was using a kick board to make their way across the pool and I LOVE it 🥺 I wish I could remember who the artist is. It was such a sweet drawing and the energy was perfect for Billy!

This turned into a very long ramble so don't worry about posting/responding if you'd rather not! Hope you have a good night!

PLEASE THIS IS MAKING ME SOB!!!!

(I also feel like I know what art you’re talking about but I can’t remember the artist either 😫)

Anyway… god billy knowing how important it is for kids to feel safe and encouraged AND how important swimming/the water is to billys own life and the attachment he feels to that and wanting to make it a good experience for the kiddos is something that can be so personal… makes me sob absolutely every time I can’t do this 😖

I also like to imagine billy playing like water monster with the kids and he’ll get his hair all wet to cover his face and makes all these silly growling noises and jumps up out of the water splashing the kids and gets them all yelling and laughing after a lessons over and if they’ve got some time to kill before the parents take them away and I just 🥺

Billy helping little kids put their floaties on and letting them hold onto him real tight when it’s time for the floaties to come off and him being real soft and sweet ensuring them nothing bad will happen he won’t let it like he really gains their trust… I’m gonna be sick!!

[flayedintheusa]

Stop.

Don’t act like you’re Big

In a small-minded world

When when mine was made

Shattered.

Don’t look at me

Like I’m the one

Who left you alone

Shattered.

Don’t come to me

Like I’m the one who

Took everything and made you

Shattered.

Don’t lift me up

When you broke me down

And made me to be

Shattered.

I had wants. I had needs.

I had hopes. I had dreams.

I became things I never wanted to be.

I took love and I took life.

And yet, I’m the one who died.

Small. Alone. Taken. Broken.

Shattered.

Dear everyone who ever let me down— B.H.

[hardestgrove]

Billy at the King’s or Harrington’s pool teaching El and Alison how to swim and acting like it’s a big chore but actually having a good time

[realangelahernandez]

Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“Marry.”

“What?”

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

“Eddie, we’re not playing FMK; you’re supposed to be telling me his name.”

“Oh. That’s…. Joe Jonas.”

“…he’s literally from Hawkins. And he’s holding a hockey stick.”

“Nobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.”

~~~

Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffin’s band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.

chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but we’re going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.

The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Gareth’s phone pings with a text notification.

“A response has been issued!” He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.

The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find they’re not alone in whatever they’ve missed.

“What?” Jeff asks for the group.

In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip they’d made earlier that morning.

~~~

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

#Stitch

“Is… is that supposed to be a compliment?” Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.

“You watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.” The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesn’t respond, and after a beat, he sighs.

“Yeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. I’ll take the compliment.” He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench he’d been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.

“Do you know who it is talking in the video?” She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.

“You mean the other hot guy?” He asks with a grin, then nods. “That was Eddie. I’m surprised you don’t know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.”

The video loops back to the stitched clip from Gareth’s initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.

“The Party? Did… did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?” Jeff asks.

Freak raises his hand, indicating he’s next to speak. “Not only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?”

“Did King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?” Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steve’s agreement. “Did he call me hot?”

All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.

“Well, boys. I think we’ve officially lost him.” He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.

“You’re all so dramatic.”

“Gee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,” Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddie’s chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.

“We can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,” Gareth promises with a pat to Eddie’s back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.

~~~

Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.

corrodedcoff!n: we’ll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and ‘the party’ are free 🎫

He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.

“It’s an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasn’t even answered, Gare Bear.” Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.

He wakes up the next morning to the answer he’d been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.

harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 🏒

__________

Steve doesn’t even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.

“Can I help you?” He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.

“Are you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?” She asks, voice quieter than he’d typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.

“I’m just being friendly! You’re the one who started this in the first place! What, you didn’t expect me to log on and check if they’d responded?” He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.

“I’m just confused because you’ve been super weird about coming out, and now you’re out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, that’s all.” Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.

“Do you…” he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. “You really think I just accidentally came out?”

“You called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when he’s in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.” Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. “I’m not starting anything, I’m just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.”

They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything that’s been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.

Once he’s in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.

“Dingus,” she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I think I accidentally came out on the internet, and it’s Eddie Munson’s fault.” He’s met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robin’s shared apartment.

“Eddie, the drug dealer from high school?” Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.

“Yeah. He uh, also is in a band?” He supplies, and Robin’s quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. “What are you doing?”

“Looking Eddie up, obviously.” Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though they’re not FaceTiming. “You’re nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.”

Steve scoffs. “You say as though you’re not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.”

He’s met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. “Thank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.” She says, before he hears clicking on her end. “Apparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and he’s been to a lot of Pride events.”

Steve’s stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But that’s not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit he’d have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. There’s no way to gauge how fans would react, when there’s never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.

“Hey,” Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes he’s been chewing a hole into his cheek. “I can hear how loud you’re thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?” She asks, gently, and he sighs.

“Please.” He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.

~~~

Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole he’s dug himself this time.

“I don’t think there’s really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.” She tries to assure him, but he’d already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so he’s looking up at her, and shrugs.

“I kind of don’t think there’s any avoiding it, at this point.” He mumbles. “I’m not… I’m not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesn’t get turned into any bigger of a deal.”

Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. “Okay. So you don’t come out yet. But don’t overcompensate for it, okay?” He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.

“Low blow,” he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.

“‘Maybe they won’t notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.’” Robin’s imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it!” He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. “I just don’t know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.”

“Well, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.” Robin muses.

Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. “I just want it to be on my terms, when I’m ready.”

“We’ll figure it out, and it’ll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?” She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.

corrodedcoff!n: you’ve got yourself a deal 🤝🏻

[c0bblenygma]

Argyle being Billy’s wingman back in Cali. He keeps trying to set up Billy with every cute boy they see at the beach or the boardwalk

[grabmyboner]

Robin is tired of hearing about Billy fucking Hargrove. All Steve talks about is Billy. Did you see what Billy was wearing today? Did you see that 3 pointer Billy shot? Did you hear the joke Billy told?

“Just ask him out already.” Robin says to Steve while they’re sitting under the bleachers skipping fourth period.

Steve chokes on his smoke. “What? No!”

“Why not?”

“Uhhhhh, because, I don’t know? I don't want to get punched in the goddamn face!”

Robin snorts, “Please. That boy is as straighter as a curved line.”

Steve narrows his eyes and takes another drag of his smoke.

“And how do you know that?”

“The gaydar.”

Steve groans long and loud, “Shut up about the goddamn gaydar.”

“It’s a real thing!” Robin defends.

[wrecked-fuse]

think faster, steve 😈

pre metalsandwich

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[rafescurtainbangz]

[littleststarfighter]

I wanted to do a Billy piece. I thought what if he survived and moved back to California? And, what if they met him at the Skater Rink that Eleven clobbered that bully at? So I did a sort of pin up of him, because why not? lol 😍