Dee

they/them, a Stranger Things/Harringrove blog dedicated to all things -you guessed it- ST&Harringrove, featuring my own writing and just things I enjoy

[awrble-deactivated20250225]

A gift for @ihni!! Based on the ultra fun fic Steve learns to love Star Wars 🖤

[freefoodfactory]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I wrote a little Christmas fanfic for the @harringroveholidayexchange in 2020 and since we can claim our works now, here's mine, I hope you enjoy it

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Harringrove Holiday Exchange, Christmas, Harringrove, ace!steve, ace!billy, Christmas Presents, coming to terms with past toxic masculinity, stop forcing hypersexuality on men, Present Shopping, that's why you talk budget, post!Starcourt, tw: scars, Recovering Billy, Miette the cat Summary:

Billy is still hesitant to admit that he's actually kinda relieved he doesn't have to be the naked present under the tree with a bow on his dick. Even though that might make finding a present for Steve easier

[wrecked-fuse]

button up

[wrecked-fuse]

Rock Out 🎸⚡️

[cherrydreamer]

Incorrect Harringrove

[hoegrove]

[hoegrove]

stuck in the Upside Down… | [insp]

[hoegrove]

@freefoodfactory​ weeeeell, there is SOME angst because I’m a weak bitch and I need my angst BUT this is hmmm…. 60k of ‘Steve thinks Billy is dead and mourns him but plot twist, Billy isn’t dead, he’s just trapped in the Upside Down and is trying to reach Steve!! and it works!!! …. and in the end Steve gets Billy outta there, probably with El’s help?, and they live happily ever after’

I said I’m a weak bitch but I’m the weakest of them all because I cannot think of one story I’ve ever ended without a happy end? ( @taerangi​ right??? can you?)

[freefoodfactory]

The feeling when you figure out the final piece for your oneshot before the deadline? Priceless, I feel like a genius, no author has anything on me

[steakandcheeeese]

Lmao you’re an adult, you shouldn’t be using the word squick. Use trigger. Use your grown up adult words to explain how you feel instead of leaning on a cutesy uwu term that no one outside of tumblr uses. It’s embarrassing.

Idek if this is serious or ironic honestly

[steakandcheeeese]

#like...why use this baby word when you can just say how you feel about it

Found this in the original post tags and I just... SIGH

Here’s the thing, anon. Squick isn’t just ‘I don’t like this’, it’s ‘I think this is gross and it makes me deeply uncomfortable but I pass no judgement on those who enjoy it, because I acknowledge that everyone is different and those same people may have the same visceral reaction some of the things I enjoy’ and was originally made popular in the kink community.

So yeah, if you want to say that every time you come across a trope or whatever you find icky then go ahead, say that every time.

Also, this term dates back to Usenet in the early nineties, so sure, go off.

[sugarfey]

This frustrates me so much because squicks and triggers are fundamentally different things and as someone with PTSD, the distinction is super useful!

Squicks are things I find personally gross but may not be gross to someone else. They don’t upset me or provoke my PTSD, they simply do not pop my corn. Example: Omegaverse. I don’t like it, it makes me uncomfortable and I’m not going to read it, but if you like it, you do you.

Triggers are things which directly provoke my PTSD. This means that my triggers may seem completely normal and innocuous to someone else, because my triggers are so personal and intrinsically linked to a specific event in my life. My reactions to these triggers can include panic attacks and flashbacks to this traumatic event. Sometimes being triggered can affect me for several hours or even days.

Describing something as either a squick or a trigger allows me easily establish the difference in my potential reaction to something without having to go into painful detail about why bodily fluids might make me back button quickly but poker games might leave me a crying wreck. 

[oopsabird]

Making this distinction, and having a specific word for something that is not your slice of pie, but also not an actual psychological trigger, is also REALLY important for making sure that the word “trigger” can retain its original, specific, purposeful, and collectively understood clinical meaning (both inside and outside online fannish communities).

If we encourage everyone to lump things that just make them slightly uncomfortable or simply aren’t to their taste in under the word “trigger”, it actually dilutes the meaning of the word. It makes it harder for us all to, for the most part, collectively agree on and understand what exactly is being described when the word gets used.

And that destruction of shared precise definitions is a problem! It is really useful to have the communal language to be able to clearly and quickly delineate between “this grosses me out, no thanks” and “this is going to set off a trauma episode, rattle my brain, and probably throw off the rest of my day/week as a result” while also maintaining your privacy, and to know that you will be understood in what you are saying. Not having it is actually detrimental to the effort of making our communities safe and navigable for people living with trauma. Which is a goal that is much more important to me, personally, than the idea of not being “cutesy” (a word which in this case which sounds a lot like it’s being used as a euphemism for “cringe”).

(Also, one has to wonder if people told Shakespeare he was being childish when he made up entirely new words that are still widely used in the English language today...... 🤔)

[olderthannetfic]

I’m dying at “squick” being considered 1. tumblr, 2. for kids, and 3. cutesy.

It’s an old as fuck internet term that usually means you’re an Old.

It is the opposite of tumblr judginess

And it was originally onomatopoeia for SKULLFUCKING.

[hoegrove]

stuck in the Upside Down… | [insp]

[lesbianferrissbueller-deactivat]

oh god I had a thought last night lemme see if I can remember it I was super high but

Billy’s not super used to cuddling and this whole him-and-Steve thing is new, so they only ever end up cuddling on accident but this one time Steve’s all sleepy from the amazing sex they always seem to have and on instinct Steve just rolls over and big spoons Billy

and like, Billy doesn’t know how to respond, this has Never happened with him and Steve before and he’s not even sure how he feels about it, but then Steve slides his arm across Billy’s waits, tucks a hand under Billy’s hip and presses them closer and probably is like, completely asleep in seconds. 

and Billy would just feel so. safe?? I think he’d smile a little- but only bc he knows Steve cant see him

[keroujack]

words didn’t feel real. they never did, to steve

bullshit didn’t feel real. like we’re in love didn’t feel real. you don’t love me? didn’t feel real 

even the absence of words-well then tell me. that you love me-the silence, the dead air, the nothing that hit his ears when he begged, pleaded, held his heart in his hands and watched it turn blue didn’t feel real

it was always the other shit that felt real. somehow.

the pink sweater in the trunk of his car felt real. the advanced calculus textbook in the middle of his desk felt real. the floral-scented shampoo in his shower felt real

the strip of pictures from last year’s fourth of july carnival. the diamond earrings on the bathroom sink. the handwritten note that said i love you in the front of his wallet

the box was real, the metallic clang that came when he dropped it in the passenger seat, the weight of it in his palms when he walked up and rang the bell on the big house on maple 

the i’m sorry that came when his hands were empty, spoken on frowning lips, hidden behind wide eyes, brows pinched high, wasn’t real. neither was the you know i still care about you or the i hope you’re okay

words weren’t real. they never had been, but the empty desk, the clean sink, the hole in the front of his wallet? they were all real

that shit always felt real in a way words never did

maybe that’s why he didn’t think much of it when i told you to plant your feet became i-i shouldn’t have done that. that night was-it was no good. i was goin’ a million miles an hour and i fucked up and i’m sorry. really

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[wrecked-fuse]

95. Steve’s baseball bat humanization! Betty. And billysteve :D poor gyus… For Fandom Combat 2018 

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Steve’s a romantic. It’s why Laurie gave him a handie under the bleachers that one time. It’s why Becky let him fuck her mouth in her daddy’s porch when they were supposed to be talking about a science project. It’s why Amy let him push his hand under her skirt during recess and fingerfuck her open with a hand over her mouth. Everyone knows it but no one’s really. Experienced it except for Nancy. Steve never let up the chance to show her off. PDA was his thing. He would take her books from her and walk her to class, fingers interlaced through hers. He’d hug her from behind and walk all dodgy because he didn’t wanna let go. He’d give her his food in the cafeteria, kiss her hello and goodbye, drive her around, drive her brother around. He’d randomly initiate duets that Nancy rolls her eyes to. He’d kiss her knuckles and tuck flowers behind her ear.

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[cherrydreamer]

Joyce watches Steve with a smile on her face.

He’s been standing in the beauty aisle for a while, eyes locked on a display of scrunchies. Every so often he’ll pick one up and give it a feel, rub the material between his fingers or twist it around to see how the sparkles catch the light. Then he puts it back. Repeats the action with a different one. Over and over.

It’s clearly an important decision. Joyce figures he’s got himself a girlfriend. She hopes so. 

She’s proud of him, in a way, for how much he’s grown. How much he’s changed. How he apologised and made things right. The way he jumped headfirst into danger to protect everyone. 

Good for him, she thinks, he deserves some happiness.

***

Joyce watches Billy from the corner of her eye. Doesn’t want to spook him. 

She doesn’t think he’s there to cause trouble but, even with the biggest benefit of the doubt, he is acting strangely.

He’s done a circuit of the shop at least five times now, doubling back on himself every so often to stand in front of the little shelf of Valentine’s Day cards. He does the same thing each time he gets there, Joyce notes, watching as he reaches out towards the cards and then pulls his arm back immediately as if he’s been burnt, running a hand through his hair or jamming it into his pocket before doing yet another lap of the store.

She’d never taken him for the nervous type. 

This one must be special.

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[cherrydreamer]

I can’t stop thinking about this, and it might become a little fic/drabble once I get a handle of my WIPs but…

(TW child abuse- some detail of aftermath and injuries. Usual Neil Hargrove is a dick stuff. Kept it under the cut. Teeny bit of swearing. Think that’s it but please tell me if I’ve left anything out) 

S2 Hopper moaning to Joyce about the new kid that just moved into town, some California punk-ass brat who’s already causing so much extra paperwork- speeding tickets, property damage, noise disturbances from him revving his car and blasting out heavy metal at all hours. He’s at every party that Hop or his deputies break up, but he always gets away in time, Hop just catching the tail lights of the Camaro as he drives away. Tells Joyce to be careful, not to let Jonathan get mixed up with that kid. And then Joyce gets it again from the owner of Melvalds, he asks her to keep an eye out for some delinquent kid who’s got ‘shoplifter’ written all over him. He’s not stolen anything yet, hasn’t even been in the store, but Donald knows the type. Maybe she even hears it from some of the moms, hears all about how Billy’s a nice bit of eye candy- all tight jeans and baby blues- but they’re all warning their daughters away from him, telling them cautionary tales. They know what boys like him are after.  So Joyce keeps an eye out, figures out pretty quickly which kid they’re talking about. He’d stand out anywhere and in a small town like Hawkins he’s undeniable. But when he comes in to the shop, Joyce thinks she must have it wrong. He’s polite, remembers his manners, even helps out old Mrs.Rosenberg with a particularly heavy bag. Joyce wonders if there’s two of them, Jekyll and Hyde with mullets.

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[hoegrove]

24 + 27, please! Maybe Steve and Billy used to date during high school but broke up when one of them moved away for college? And while they ended it on good terms, they've never heard from each other since. Now Steve/Billy (whoever left) is back in Hawkins and hitting up the local bar. Make it fun! <3

So..... this is my first prompt-fill ever? 👀 I’ve got some prompts today and I’m still a bit surprised but I’m gonna do it.

Oh boy, here goes nothing. (I probably didn’t really nail this one but I tried TT)

warnings: unbeta’d; + there’s a douchebag hitting on Steve

24) You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you & 27) Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

He’s here.

No. It’s not him. Why would he be here?!

Steve peered over the menu, probably for the hundredth time in the past hour, and craned his neck, trying to get a better look at the guy. Because… screw subtlety, right? Steve had a right to know.

Oh, shit… no. No, no, no.

It was Billy, alright.

But why?

Steve remembered how Billy had used to talk about Hawkins, how he’d actually enjoyed coming up with less-than-charming nicknames for the town.

They’d started seeing each other shortly after Steve had graduated. Billy had kept visiting him at Scoops – teasing him about his shorts, a lot, before finally making a move.

Steve had been the first to confess his feelings. He’d wanted Billy to know, never expecting to hear anything in return, but that’s when Billy had told him that he loved him, too. And Steve had been over the moon. For a while, anyway.

 Billy had been accepted to UCLA.

They’d talked about seeing each other during breaks, before realizing that neither of them was cut out for being in a long-distance relationship, so they’d ended it.

And Steve had accepted it, had learned to live with it. Sure, he still missed Billy, missed talking to him, and… pretty much everything about him.

Steve wasn’t lonely or depressed, and definitely not desperately looking for a relationship.

But now, looking at Billy– there was just no denying it.

And who’s that anyway?

Steve didn’t know who Billy was talking to. A girl, around their age, but he’d never seen her in his life. (Steve wasn’t proud of it but knowing that Billy was as straight as a circle did help to calm him down.)

Billy looked good, handsome as ever, his hair shorter, and that goddamn tan. He was perfect, and Steve wanted to climb him like a tree.

I should say something. Ask him how he’s been. Yeah, I should totally do that.

But Steve didn’t. Instead, he knocked back his shot and nodded at the bartender. “Hey, can I have another, please?”

“Make it two– and his shot’s on me.”

Steve raised a brow.

“His shot is on him,” he said, glancing at the guy, “thanks, but no thanks.”

“Aw, c’mon.” The guy grinned as he came closer, leaning down on the counter to look Steve in the eye. Definitely too close for comfort. “Don’t you want my name before you completely reject me, hm?”

Steve sighed.

Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m fine without it,” Steve said, pushing himself up from the barstool.

“Oh- you are fine without it,” the guy remarked, placing his hands on both sides of Steve and hemming him in against the counter.

He grinned, leaning even closer. “It’s Hunter.”

… is this really happening right now?

Steve set his jaw.

“Dude, I don’t fuckin’ care. Let go, or–,” his eyes shifted from Hunter’s face to Billy; he was still there, perfect. “-or my boyfriend’s gonna break your face.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” Hunter licked his lips. “You playin’ hard to get now?”

“Fuck. Off.”

Steve pushed him away, his heart thumping in his chest as he made a beeline for Billy’s table. He didn’t look back to check if Hunter was following him or not. But he didn’t feel good, let alone comfortable–

“Hey babe, I’m back. Sorry for taking so long.” Steve smiled and plopped down next to Billy.

Play along. Please, just play along.

Steve met Billy’s eyes for a brief second, hoping, maybe even praying, Billy would just get it.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Billy’s cheek. “The asshole over there won’t leave me alone,” he whispered, “please… pretend to be my boyfriend for a second? I really need your help.”

Steve had half-expected Billy to shove him away, maybe ask if he was stupid, but instead, he felt an arm snaking around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

“You okay? Did he do anything to you?” he asked.

“No. No, I’m okay.” Steve allowed himself to melt into the hug, burying his face in Billy’s neck. It felt good, safe.

“Alright, good.” Billy nodded and rubbed Steve’s upper arm. “I’m still gonna break him in half later.”

“… wait- what?”

**

Billy didn’t exactly break Hunter in half; he did punch him in the face, though.

Twice.

**

“You- You didn’t have to do… all that, you know?” Steve said. He wrapped some ice in a clean dish towel and held the pack against Billy’s knuckles. “But… thank you. Really, I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, pretty boy. Anytime.” Billy shrugged, then he shot Steve a quick smile. “It’s good to see you, Steve.”

“You, too.” Steve swallowed, their eyes met for a moment, and he wanted to say something, anything. (He still didn’t know why Billy was back.)

“So, your friend… Lucy? She’s pretty co–”

“I’m moving back to Indiana,” Billy blurted. “Lucy helped me find an apartment, so, yeah… she’s pretty cool.”

Steve blinked, repeating Billy’s words like a mantra. Billy was moving back to Indiana?!

“But– But you hate it here!?”

Billy chuckled.

“Not as much as I thought,” he said, “… living here comes with some perks.”

“Oh–”

“Look, I don’t expect anything from you, Steve. I came back because I fuckin’ missed you, and– I’m sick of not being able to see you whenever I want to.” Billy heaved a sigh. “I’m cool with being friends if you’re already seeing someone else– I won’t fuck it up for you, promise.”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” Steve smiled as he leaned forward, stopping millimeters from Billy’s lips, “… or am I?”