#harringrove fight

[chrisbitchtree]

Imagine if during the fight, Billy got in one hit, then started having an internal crisis in front of The Party and Steve. He’s pacing the room, his fist shaking, tears slipping from his eyes, mumbling “I won’t be like him. I won’t.” like a madman. They witness him making the conscious decision to not be like Neil. He drags Max out of there, drives home at the speed of light, then waits until she’s in the house to break down in sobs. It’s scary to have walked away when all he’s ever known is to raise his fists, but it feels good, like he’s getting back a little part of the happy little boy he used to be.

[weird-an]

Steve tries not to smile and puts a hand on Billy's shoulder.

"C'mon, Billy, it's just a stupid prank."

"I'm ginger," Billy sniffs and glares at Steve. "I'm gonna kill her."

"It looks pretty," Steve tries again - and that's not even a lie. It brings out Billy's freckles, but Steve knows his boyfriend long enough not to mention that.

"Then you dye your hair," Billy snaps. "Pretty my ass!"

"I couldn’t pull that off." Steve snorts. "At least you look even more like her brother now…"

"Not her brother," Billy says almost automatically. He pauses then for a moment. "No one in my family is ginger."

The sun rises in his face and he grins at Steve. "No one, pretty boy."

Steve gives him a kiss. "You could always shave it-"

"No fucking way." Billy grins. "Neil's gonna hate it."

Steve's stomach twists a little. "Maybe you stay here for a few days…"

Or forever, he thinks. He doesn’t want Billy to go back.

"Holiday at Casa Harrington?" Billy asks. "Count me in!"

[steviespanties]

Billy and Steve as the kind of insufferable couple who you hear upstairs having a shouting match, followed by silence, followed by the unmistakable sound of the headboard slamming against the wall and Steve's moans filtering through🤭

[harringroveera]

Of course Steve is never gonna stop worrying about his husband

[toobusybeingdelulu]

steve harrington says this:

and then we have billy hargrove in s3 with a skull tattoo:

which could mean nothing.

[ihni]

My humble contribution for the Harringrove Relay Race (@harringrove-relay-race); a (wait for it ...) Harringrove relay race! XD

Thank you @akichania for introducing me (and posting your fantastic circus piece!). Next up, I'm happily passing the baton to the wonderful and talented @spaceofentropy, who will give us an adventure featuring …. a kidnapping, of sorts. Arrr!

[pastelauroras]

this is how I see the friendship dynamic when buckleway and harringrove start dating btw

[bigdumbbambieyes]

tw mentioned abuse

Billy always wakes up before his boyfriend and probably always will. But, he’s not complaining — he loves waking up in Steve’s bed, tangled up in the sheets as he blinks the sleep away from his eye. As always, he immediately turns his head and spots Steve there, his face pressed into his pillow as he sleeps soundly. The rising sun peeks through the curtains, spilling across his boyfriend, highlighting his dark hair a soft brown against the blue bedding.

Shuffling over, Billy presses a quiet kiss to Steve’s shoulder before untangling himself from the sheets and getting out of bed, pulling up the shorts he borrowed from the pretty boy as he heads to the bathroom—

And runs into Mrs. Harrington, who’s wrapped up in her house coat with rollers in her hair, cup of coffee in hand.

“Oh!” She gasps, jumping and spilling some of her coffee on the floor, grasping at the fabric of her housecoat over her chest as she stares at him. After the shock quickly wears off, she’s chuckling softly and sighs, “Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he smiles softly, glancing down at the floor where the coffee spilled, “Was just gonna use the bathroom.”

“Yeah, of course,” she hums, but makes this soft tsk sound of disappointment as she reaches up to brush a blond curl back from his forehead, where he knows the bruise from his father is. With sadness laced in her voice, she whispers, “Again?”

“It’s fine, Mrs. H,” Billy mumbles as he looks at her again, gently pulling away from her touch.

“No, it’s not,” she huffs, anger replacing that sadness as their eyes meet. Steve has her eyes. Kind, but fierce. Caring. Worried. “Oh, if I ever run into your father again, I won’t be nice like I was last time.” Before she knew what he did to Billy.

But Billy smiles again, a little more amused, because she’s 5’4’’ and could be blown away by the wind if it were too strong of a gust, but she’s got a fighting spirit. He knows where Steve got that from, now.

“I believe it,” he hums, touched by the way that Steve’s family cares and how they care about him. They don’t have to, but they do, and Billy doesn’t take it lightly or for granted.

She gives him that sorry smile and places her manicured hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze, “You know you’re welcome here whenever you need it, Billy. Lord knows we have more than enough room for one more.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly with a nod, “And, thanks. Again.”

Another nod and she pulls her hand away, saying, “Coffee pot’s on downstairs,” before she heads down the hallway, back to her room to get ready for the day.

Looking down at the coffee spill, he lets out a soft sigh and frowns. If that had been his dad and Billy had made him spill his coffee, he’d be knocked upside the head. Or worse.

But, not here. In the Harrington house, he’s welcomed and wanted and the coffee pot is left on for him. He has a space here, whenever he wants it. And he always does.

As he’s wiping up the small spill, the door to Steve’s bedroom opens and his boyfriend looks sleepy as hell — eyes half shut, hair a mess, lines pressed into his skin from the bed. Billy stands and smiles at him, filled with warmth and affection as Steve waddles over to him and wraps his arms around him, pressing a kiss to Billy’s cheek as he mumbles, “Morn’.”

“Morning, peanut,” Billy whispers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his mouth, then another to his cheek.

“Coffee?” Steve whispers, pressing his nose to Billy’s cheek, his eyes shut again as he struggles to wake up. It’s annoyingly cute.

“Mhm,” Billy hums happily in agreement.

[runraerun]

[accio-motivation]

Billy: That's it, Harrington, you're pissing me off! Leave me the fuck alone!

Steve: I'm TRYING but I need you to stop hugging me!

Billy, tightening his hug: No!

[ickypuppi3]

once again thinking about billy growing up with his mom, the two of them running from neil and jumping from place to place to avoid him catching up with them and eventually settling somewhere for a bit and making it to 1983 but then the doorbell goes one day and it’s neil, so. they have to run again and end up in hawkins for some reason and bam! king steve meets mamas boy billy. flowery shirts, swim team ‘n all ..

[shieldofiron]

Harringrove x Bring It On

I have too many WIPS but... do you see the vision?

[weird-an]

Dustin can't believe it. Dustin doesn't want it to be true.

Why would Steve date Billy Hargrove? It doesn't make any sense. It's not a problem that Billy is a guy, it's a problem that Billy is that guy. Loud, mean and gross.

Last time Dustin saw him, he called the Party the "Sad Losers Club" and that one time he drove Dustin home (very reluctantly, after Steve talked him into it for like half an hour) they nearly crashed into a tree, because Dustin asked Billy to drive slower, but instead that asshole only drove quicker.

And now they went over to the Byers for a big dinner to celebrate that the horrors of the Upside Down have been only nightmares for half a year now, and Steve brings Billy.

Now, Dustin has to share Steve. Steve who looks at Billy with the biggest eyes Dustin has ever seen. Billy who is winking at Dustin like he knows what he's doing. That he's stealing Steve.

But then Mike mentions the Mind Flayer and Billy just freezes for a second. Nearly drops his knife at that.

"I'm out for a smoke," he mumbles. Steve follows him, hot on his heels and Dustin hates it.

Dustin isn't spying on them. He's just on the way to the bathroom and happens to be close to the backyard.

Billy doesn't look so big, arrogant and threatening anymore. He's rubbing his eyes with one hand like he's crying.

"It's stupid," he grumbles.

Steve holds his hand.

"It's gone, Billy," Steve says and he just sounds so soft. "You're free. Your body is yours. It can't touch you anymore."

Billy sniffs. "You can touch my body though."

Uh. Gross.

Steve laughs. Leans forward and kisses Billy on his cheek. Billy grins at him and hugs him.

"Thanks. For.. you know.." His voice is hoarse and he seems.. shy? That doesn't really fit into the poster of Billy Hargrove in Dustin's mind. He's everything but shy.

Oh. It dawns on Dustin. Dustin doesn't like Billy. Billy doesn't like Dustin.

Billy likes Steve. It's a good thought actually. Steve likes Billy and Billy likes Steve.

Maybe they can somehow live with it. Except when Billy calls him a dork again, Dustin is going to tell Hopper.

"Are you fucking creeping on us, Henderson?"

"Dustin, seriously?"

Shit.

[steviespanties]

what are your thoughts on omegaverse!harringrove in which alpha!steve gets bitched into an omega by alpha!billy?

HOW DID TUMBLR NOT SHOW ME THIS BEFORE?? I'm so sorry Anon😭

(cw for (oblivious) dubcon, insults in a sexy context, mentioned pregnancy kink, omegaverse gender fuckery)

Ah man, I kinda lovee it. Like a scenario where it happens on pure instinct: Billy and Steve wrestle all the time and compete with each other in the beginning, but Billy will always be the one who fights harder and dirtier and Steve inevitably gives in and goes slack in his grip or with Billy's teeth again his throat or the back of his neck.

It just feels right to Steve and he gets all warm and tingly when Billy gets soo satisfied and happy over just holding him down for a while.

They're pretty much attached to the hip already and everyone is confused how they could go from bloody knuckles and bared teeth rivalry to essentially two puppies rolling around in the dirt. No one quite makes the next logical step to "they're fucking" but obviously they are!

And Billy is a kinky fucker, so of course when he's on top he'll call Steve his little omega while he knots him, lube spilling everywhere, Steve moaning through the stretch and how much it turns him on.

But then they also start on these small things in everyday life. Billy ears one of Steve's jackets on a cool autumn day and then keeps it for a week until they go shopping for one for himself. When Steve gets the jacket back it's thoroughly drenched in Billy's pheromones and he doesn't even think of washing it.

Billy comes over a day or two after Steve has been wearing the jacket while running errands and his nose immediately lands in the crook of Steve's neck with a deep inhale. "Shit, you smell so fucking good like this."

It opens a whole new can of worms, because they've been casually scent marking each other before, sure, but not this deliberately. And it's specifically Billy marking Steve that drives them both a little wild. Suddenly there's pretty much always a worn shirt under Steve's pillow that smells of Billy. He hands over jackets and scarves and when they're returned wears them with that growing, tingly happiness in his belly.

And then Billy starts calling him his omega.

It's on top of all the other mean and sweet nicknames he has for Steve, his bitch, his princess, his little slut, bending Steve's legs up to his chest when he fucks him, noses almost touching, telling Steve to open his mouth so he can spit in it. Calling him the perfect little omega when he swallows. Fucking his face and coming all over his nose and chest, telling Steve that a good omega lets his alpha mark him properly.

And he's a good omega for Billy, right?

They're both a bit reckless and thoughtless about the whole thing. They've come to like each other, they move in with each other, they fight and make up quickly, they get a little domestic. Billy's rut comes around and Steve helps him through it as best as he can. It still doesn't prepare him for how exhausted he gets by day three, how his limbs get so heavy and his mind has fogged over with tiredness and pleasure-pain from how fucked out he is.

Billy notices it too and slows down as much as he can, coos into Steve's ear that he's such a good omega, turned himself into nothing but a fuckhole for his alpha. How he can't wait for Steve to get his heat so he can pump him full of pups.

And for a moment, everything swims together inside Steve's mind. The tender ache in his hole. Billy's scent all around him. The months of being called an omega, Billy's omega. The thought of having kids, not just a nebulous concept but a combination of him and Billy growing inside him. It's not just that he wants it- for that blissful moment as he's coming, he truly believes that's what will happen.

It kinda messes with his head afterwards. Makes him sad and confused, because even when the fog lifts and he knows that he's always been an alpha and always will be, he still wants that. So much. It's very hard to put into words though and so all that he manages to do is seek out Billy in less combative ways, staying in skin contact longer, dragging Billy's hands and mouth to his neck when they fuck, allowing Billy to scruff him when that's a line they didn't cross before.

Now, Billy isn't stupid. He notices the shift in behavior. Maybe even a slight shift in scent. But it's been so gradual that it doesn't fully hit home how much has changed until one day when Robin visits from college and comments on how much Steve's scent has mellowed out. It plants a small seed in his mind.

Not enough to fully reflect on everything that's changed, but it has him on alert even more to Steve's moods and condition. Like how he's been getting stomach aches more often, claiming it's probably just gas or indigestion only to get ravenously horny shortly after and begging Billy for his knot.

It's not quite on the level of "we should go see a doctor" until Steve starts getting exhausted more often, bundling up the moment he comes home and the usual time of his rut comes and passes without anything happening.

They both feel very stupid at the doctor's office when they're told they're pretty much fully on track of Steve becoming an omega.

[harringroveera]

Steve: Billy, why is your back all scratched up?

*flashback to Billy chasing a Demodog after Steve told him to leave it alone*

Billy: I’m having an affair

[passivenovember]

So. I read all 41 Chapters of Maybe There's a Beast last night.

And. Okay. Listen. LOOK. I'm not one to harass an author or demand more chapters of something because I get enough of those messages myself, and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, so we'll keep this in the family (the tag). Alright? Great.

So.

Between you and me, this thing is so well written, like. So well written. And that means something coming from me, because I'm not a slow burn kind of girl. I like a moderate burn myself, but this fic slaps. And devours. And stabs you, truthfully! In the heart! Owie!

And I've never been quite so moved by a dynamic as this. Where I want to commit crimes for this version of Billy. And run this version of Steve over with my car. And shove their faces together until they kiss kiss kiss because they'll belong together even when King Steve is sticking to his guns and Billy is opening up against his better judgement.

Fuck, it's so good. But I'm probably the last person on earth to read it.

(on the off chance that you haven't: Here's the link----> Read at your own risk and have your life CHANGED PERMANENTLY! )

And, between you and me, I need to go wash my mouth out with soap, for the way I was talking about Steve last night. I cried like Billy's a part of me, (because he is), and I'm mad. And in love. And invested.

I'm so invested.