[lovebillyhargrove]

Steve (staring at billy's lips) :

"The sweetest .."

[bubblegumflavor]

For my Harringrove Hot Summer requests event!

This one is for @lovebillyhargrove ,thank you for the many ideas you "dumped" on me! =D I went with this: "but what about skinny dipping or just swimming in the lover's lake? Or, chilling by the fire on the shore and looking at the starry skies?"

and thinking of the lake and a starry sky, this image popped into my head when I thought about the boys having a little fun in the water at night! I even have a little story for this under the cut! I hope you like it!! =D ♡

Monster in the lake

Billy Hargrove never really liked Hawkins, not when he first moved there, not in the winter or spring, but when summer came, he found a favorite spot with Lover's Lake at night, when the sky was so full of stars, it almost reminded him of home and the sky above the ocean. Billy also enjoyed the quiet, so whenever other people appeared, he found joy in scaring them away to the point that a rumor started going through Hawkins, about a monster in the lake.

When Steve Harrington heard of it, he got curious because it sure didn't sound like any monster he knew or heard of and when he got there and found Billy, the quiet nights were over for California's hottest import. Well, not really, because Steve enjoyed it too and they started to meet every night for a swim, looking at the stars, some fun and maybe even a little more.

New rumors spread like wildfire, about the monster now being twice as big and it may or may not have eaten Steve Harrington.

[sublunagh]

Ilya + healing

[romantica-666]

Love billy's oral fixation and he doesnt clock it for Real he just thinks the expressions of disgust people make are hilarious. Little ragebaiter at heart. Wags his tongue at steve, tongues his bottom lip open and sneering at some crony at school, goes through gum like crazy when he cant afford cigarettes. Bites at his nails sometimes, clicks in disapproval and nashes and grinds his teeth.

And then theres this little grin he'll give steve, a little manic and cute when something delights him. Not-really biting down on the tip of his tongue inbetween his perfect bared smilling teeth, blue meeting brown. and the way his eyes will crinkle, how he'll giggle and then snort and guffaw at whatever he found so godddamn funny-

Anyway he catches steve using his mouth to hold shit (theyre helping miss byers and her fucked house because slimy byers has noodle arms) and almost drops the fucking hammer on his foot

The Marlebo billy offers him after a couple hours hard work is similarly dangerous, and he almost ends up eating the cig when steve lights his off billys

[ptit-demon]

How it started: Billy struggling on his own in a tiny apartment with baby Samuel 🥺

How it's going: Married to Steve, living in a big house with six more little nuggets 🥹

[gracegrove]

Billy knows all the hidden meanings behind giving a certain kind of flower.

Steve has a severe pollen allergy.

[shieldofiron]

Steve: I'm telling you, I think the new kid is an etsy witch hired to curse me, because all I keep thinking about is his smooth pink kissable lips...

Nancy: You could have just said lips.

[harringroveguy]

TW: child abuse, usual Neil hargrove bs

Steve doesn’t buy Billy’s stories about where he got his recent bruises. The other sit in awe at his tales of getting into a fight with some girl’s boyfriend at a bar in another town he snuck into, or how some husband chased him out of his house after finding him in bed with his wife. The guys hoot and holler, but Steve’s began to suspect it isn’t the truth.

He sees the way Billy flinches when a locker room door is slammed too harshly. How he shies away from adult men he doesn’t know at the arcade when he’s dropping Max off, even though all they’re doing is walking by with their kids. How he’s always looking over his shoulder when they’re hanging out at Scoops with Heather and Robin.

Steve wants to reach out, to ask what’s really going on. Because that’s what friends would do, he tells himself. And he’s tried, several times, but he’s always brushed off. It’s always played off as a joke, Billy trying to feed him the same bullshit everyone else is eating up. But Steve isn’t hungry. Loses his appetite entirely, in fact, when the blooming bruise across Billy’s waist this week has the distinct mark of a belt buckle. Can practically make out the name of the brand.

Steve needs to get to the bottom of this before it’s too late, whether Billy lets him or not.

[shieldofiron]

Billy: 'Course you did, baby. Now help me get it out and we can be together.

[harringroveguy]

Billy, unable to fall back asleep, counting the moles scattered across Steve’s side as he honk-shoo-mimimi’s the morning away.

[lovebillyhargrove]

Oh but if you think Steve's so innocent

[bubblegumflavor]

Doodle idk xD

[lovebillyhargrove]

If Billy was like "idgaf I'm jumping off that cliff"

Or, if Steve was braver

Cause that's what they both really wanted

[shieldofiron]

Steve: I'm listening...

[milksshrimp]

gold

[thegoblincities]

[pretty-boy-like-you]

Alright but realistic Harringrove:

Steve and Billy feel their tension overtake themselves and before they know it, they’re heading to the bedroom. They deal with it a bit and promise each other that it’ll never happen again. But it does and it does again after that, it just keeps happening over and over.

But one day, one of Billy’s friends ask him if he is dating Steve Harrington and because he’s a dumbass with a tendency to put his foot in his mouth, Billy is all “no we’re just fucking. It’s just a way for me to get my dick wet. Nothing more.”

But Steve overheard

And things go to

S h i t

[pretty-boy-like-you]

Also, this is an old post of mine but I have stuff to add.

Steve already has low as shit self-esteem after Nancy dumped him for Jonathan Byers and Billy is all internalised homophobia.

So hearing this, god, it would be like a goddamn freight train hitting Steve and he just feels awful and achy everywhere.

But god, Billy starts to notice his pretty boy becoming thinner and more tired-looking, stressed and sad, god, Steve looks so stressed and sad that Billy’s heart aches and his head whispers that it’s his fault.

And god, Steve can’t sleep at night. Tosses and turns because he misses the feel of his big strong lug next to him or at least, the phantom of him all over his body in hickeys and love confessions whispered into his ears.

They seem to be haunting him:

You’re so pretty, Harrington, you have no idea.

You ever been fucked like this? No, no you haven’t ‘cause you’re all mine.

God, I want to spend my time making you this fucked out.

You’re mine, understood?

And god, he can’t sleep because Billy Hargrove is haunting him.

It felt like so much more, almost like a relationship or the starts of one-

It’s just a way to get my dick wet.

[hot-commodity]

Jesus Christ will this ever have a happy ending?

[lemonflavouredspatula]

(I couldn’t help myself i’m sorry)

And then one day Billy just goes up to Steve in the corridor, after noticing that for the past few weeks the boy he can’t stop thinking about hasn’t been eating or smiling, won’t pay attention to him when he teases, puts no effort into class, into life, and he’s concerned as fuck.

He tries getting Steve to open up to him, to talk, like they used to at night when they shared their problems and nursed eachother through them in whatever way they needed, whatever took their mind off it all.

And Steve snaps. He fucking snaps at Billy because “aren’t i just a way of getting your dick wet?” And Billy staggers back, shocked that Steve had heard that, but breaking because he knows the bones poking through Steve’s skin and the bags under his eyes are his fault and if there are tears in his eyes then Billy doesn’t notice. Doesn’t notice the way his body starts to shake.

And then before he knows it, Steve is running off down the corridor, his name clinging to his tongue, the truth never given sound.

Billy stood in that corridor and watched as Steve ran off, watched as he wiped his hand over his face, watched as the doors shut behind him, never once finding the courage to just say “i’m sorry”.