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@oceans--hargrove
Beautiful boy in a beautiful shirt😔💞
moodboard for maybe there is a beast by @harringroveheart (rated m, 29k, work in progress)
Harrington goes belly-up without much of a fuss, cradling his head like he’s still trapped in the moment of a plate breaking over it. Billy barely sees him – can’t hear a thing over the rush of adrenaline. He’ll remember details later: the drawn-out hurt sound Harrington couldn’t control; the way he’d staggered, tried to draw away out of Billy’s grip, instinctively afraid to get hit again; the limp roll of his head side to side and the slick spill of blood as his lip split open. The unexpected sting of the needle.
Or: Billy Hargrove is about to learn the hard way – if you come at the king, you best not miss.
It’s ya boy, Steve Harrington! The best babysitter in Hawkins!
sugar baby billy you say???
Steve’s a trust fund kid, his daddy is rich, Scoops pays below minimum wage, but Steve’s wallet is always fat and his bank account is obscene
Billy is Billy though and when Steve tries to buy him something as simple as lunch Billy gets worked up and tells him to go fuck himself and his money bags,
It takes a lot of work and a lot of trust and a lot of Steve explaining to Billy what a present actually is and that Steve’s not Neil and there’s no double meaning, ‘it’s, like, me showing you how much I care about you, dumbass, so will you just take the fucking album already, good freaking god al-fucking-mighty’
It starts off small. A cassette. Some vinyl. A free sundae at Scoops (it’s the only time Billy will eat that many carbs and sugar at once and he’s so grumpy about it but he does slap Steve’s ass and say ‘thanks’ hours later in the backseat of the BMW)
Then there’s the gold earring Steve buys for his birthday and Billy’s reaction is to say ‘fuck you’ and kiss Steve and put it on right there in Steve’s room
The walkman causes Billy to not talk to Steve for two days but then Billy’s climbing into Steve’s room at one in the morning and telling him he’s such a douchebag and Steve says ‘We’re peas in a goddamn pod then, aren’t we?’
They’re little gifts that aren’t a lot of money for Steve but for Billy are pricey and hefty with meaning - no one just buys Billy anything, no one is nice to Billy for no reason, no one just wants to show they care and want him to be happy
Billy tries to get Steve presents, stresses over it, thinks he has to, that if Steve gets him something then of course he should get Steve something back, that’s how it’s supposed to work (nothing big, but things he thinks Steve will like, haircare products Billy knows will make Steve’s hair pop or music Steve’s never heard of but needs to right now)
Steve tells Billy he doesn’t have to get Steve anything - Steve’s not expecting anything back when he gives Billy a skull ring or a a belt with a buckle that hits you in the face it’s so big and awful and horny as heck
Steve does it because he’s thinking of Billy
He really doesn’t expect anything back
He knows their situations are different - Steve says it as delicately as he can and Billy has to smoke two cigs before he can begin to reply to that one
But Billy gets it
So he doesn’t push himself to return the favor anymore
Steve shows he cares by buying him things and Billy shows he sort of cares too by calling Steve pretty boy and a million other pet names that make Steve buzz and smile
Then the camaro gets wrecked.
Drunk driver.
The powder blue angel gets t-boned and Billy spends that week first afterwards being pissed off and mourning, not giving a shit about his wrist being broken
His car is totaled and his heart is visibly shattered and like hell does he have money to get his one and only fixed up pretty like she used to be
Steve breaks.
He pays for the car repair. Gets the camaro sent to the best shop in Indiana. He expects Billy to be angry at him, the old kind of angry back when he first moved to Hawkins, before they started all this
But Billy puts his head on Steve’s shoulder and clutches at Steve’s shirt and he’s trembling and Steve can feel his shoulder getting wet and can hear Billy struggling with someone caring about him this much for the first time in years
So Steve holds him
In the months between, Steve drives Billy around wherever he needs to go, they spend every day together, they’re attached at the hip and every night ends with Steve kissing Billy and telling him ‘See you in the morning’ and Steve’s there in the morning to give Billy his morning kiss and to take Billy to work, never late, always on time, proving he’s someone Billy can rely on
And when Billy gets the camaro back, somehow even better than before the crash, he tells Steve thank you - seriously and without any curses or jokes about Steve and his money bags and his rich daddy
Billy knows he can’t ever reciprocate, there’s nothing he can give that would begin to equal what Steve’s given him (Billy’s got nothing and he’s always, deep down, never thought he was much of anything either)
So Billy holds Steve closer, tries to open up more, finds it’s not so hard when he lets the walls down and Steve doesn’t disappoint or hurt, he seems to love even harder - and Billy finally let’s himself love without holding back
After all this, Billy’s a little more accepting of Steve’s presents
joe keery colorization // original photo samuel ramirez (2017)
(as Steve and Billy are leaving on their first date)
Steve:…In case I forget to tell you later, I had a really good time tonight.
“Hargrove!” Steve called after him “Hargrove!”
Billy shook his head and kept walking, his fucked up hand clutched to his side. He could hear his boots crunching underneath him, carrying him away.
“Hargrove! Steve called again and Billy still ignored him. “Billy!”
Billy stopped. He threw his head back and groaned before turning around and yelling “What!”
He saw Steve standing there in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans, snow falling all around him, both the car doors hanging open, the headlights illuminating the snowflake swirling around. Steve opened his mouth like he was going to answer him but no words came. He just stood there, in the snow, in his stupid fucking t-shirt, mouth hanging open, eyebrows drawn up in worry, eyes intense and staring at him. Like he knew. Like he saw him. And then Steve shivered.
“Fuck.” Billy said and before he knew it he was striding across the distance between them, grabbing Steve’s face with his good hand and pulling his mouth to his. Steve sucked in a sharp breath and then he could feel Steve’s whole body relax into him. The kiss started rough on Billy’s part, he was pissed, for a really long list of reasons, but Steve was not one of them. Steve was so sweet and so soft he found himself slowing down, savoring the feel of Steve’s cold skin on his fingertips, and the sound of his breathing. Steve had his hands under Billy’s leather jacket on the small of his back, one his thumbs dipping under the hem of his shirt, rubbing circles against bare skin.
And it felt like he was dying inside.
He, Billy Hargrove, resident piece of shit was kissing Steve Harrington in the middle of the night on an empty stretch of road in the snow.
Steve Harrington.
Steve. The Steve he almost beat to death this very same time last year (whoops). The Steve he hated because he didn’t know him. The Steve he fell in love with when he finally did. Brave Steve, funny Steve, loyal Steve (Good Steve). His best friend. (His only friend)
His Steve.
He’d never let himself call him that, even just in his own head, but maybe now he could. Now that he had Steve pressed up against him.
He knew this was just the start of a lot of problems, like a lot of problems. It was small town Indiana and his Dad was an asshole. His bloody hand and the bruises on his ribs screamed up at him “This is a bad fucking idea!” But he literally could not give less of a shit right now. Billy literally never made good decisions, what was one more. This was a bad decision he could at least stand behind.
They both pulled away and Steve looked up at him, a hint of worry tinging his expression. He had these big brown eyes and they were always so wide, just staring up at him, waiting for him to jerk away and say something shitty probably. If only he had the balls to tell him Billy would rather die than let go of Steve right now.
“King Steve.” Billy says in a mocking but soft voice. “What does that make me?”
Steve pauses and seems to think for a moment. “I don’t know, the village idiot?” Steve says looking up at Billy with a completely flat expression before a smile slowly sneaks onto his face.
Billy barks out a laugh. This fucking guy. Billy leans forward, good hand still wrapped against Steve’s jaw and presses his forehead against Steve’s. He closes his eyes and laughs. “I’m so fucked.”
Steve would be the end of him, not in some existential way but in the literal sense. Between the girl who throw a car into the air with her mind (still wrapping his head around that one), the fucking nightmare demons brought to this plane of existence by Hawkins best and brightest (he knew he hated science for a fucking reason) and the man who threw a plate at his head this morning at breakfast (and he didn’t have a reason at that point, yet), Steve would absolutely be the end of him. But he’ll be damned if he’s not going to go down swinging.
billy hargrove in stranger things, season three
Now we have a visual of how happy billy could be talking to Steve sitting in the passenger seat xo
billy hargrove, stranger things
“You smell that Max? That’s actually shit. Cow shit. [I don’t see any cows] Clearly you haven’t met the high school girls.”
merry christmas
Headcanon: the first time Steve or Billy says "I love you" is most DEFINITELY in the middle of an argument
Oh, for sure. Billy’s fucking furious because Steve is trying to stick his nose into Billy’s family shit for the thousandth time, even though Billy says it’s fine, he doesn’t need help, although he most definitely does if Steve is understanding everything correctly.
Billy’s always claiming he has a plan, but Steve doesn’t see him doing anything about his home life. No mater how many times he drives off in his car, music blaring, he’s always back in bed by midnight. He always has Max to school on time, always gets his chores done eventually.
Steve feels like he’s going crazy, watching Billy turn around, and around, and around. Because he knows what happens in Billy’s house, and Billy knows what happens in Billy’s house, and they both know it’s no good, they both know going home is stupid.
But Billy always does. He gives Steve a kiss at eleven thirty every night, like well-worn clockwork, and slinks across Hawkins with a cigarette between his teeth.
So you’d think Steve would be the first to break when they fight. He’s always got hot tears prickling behind his eyes, heart in his throat.
Neither of them expect it to be Billy.
“It’s none of your fucking business! You ever think I don’t want your nose in this shit for a reason, huh? You think my old man would think it’s cute and sweet that I’m sneaking around with someone like you?”
“Someone like me?” Steve asks.
Billy’s lips are twisted tight, snarl reaching his laugh-lines. “Right now he doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re no one. Just some Hawkins dickwad. You start poking around, you make my problems your problems, and daddy dearest is gonna have a fucking field day picking you apart. Sorry if I fucking love you too much to let that happen.”
“You love me?”
“Oh fuck you. You’ve got ears, I’m not saying it again.”
And Steve should say he loves Billy too, but Billy is already putting on his jacket and stomping into his boots. What he does say is, “Don’t go home yet. I think it’s still raining.”
“Calm down. I’m just rolling up my windows, Christ.”
Billy sits in his car a long time, probably long enough for two cigarettes. Steve burns through one, knocking the ash into a ceramic tray on his mother’s windowsill, watching rain hit the roof of the Camaro.
When Billy comes back in, his hands and cheeks are cold. Steve kisses his gooseflesh, traces veins. “I love you,” he says, and means please don’t go home.“Yeah,” Billy says, and means we both know I will.
steve harrington in every episode → 1.02 The Weirdo on Maple Street
Steve: We’re like cocoa and marshmallows.
Billy: How?
Steve: You’re hot and I’m on top.
we might stan an asshole like billy hargrove, but at least we’re not pretending he’s straight, that’s just inexcusable.
nancy: i think your earring is kind of cool. do you ever wear a stud?
billy: (leering at steve) actually, just last night-
steve: don’t finish that sentence.