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Feral billy anon here! Seeing that you’re working on my prompt and it keeps getting longer literally made my day. I am so excited 😍
This fic is going to be long. This fic is going to be delicious. This fic is going to be all the hurt/comfort, fluff, and feral Billy you could ever want (I hope).
Thank you so damn much for the wonderful prompt. It's great to feel inspired like this.
Can someone give me this Omega Steve who wears pretty pastel colored skirts and warm crop top sweaters who is actually insanely smart but everyone at Uni just assumes he’s another pretty face omega with Alpha Billy who wastes his time at Uni because he’s on a baseball scholarship and a degree in Poetry. Billy who had given up on finding love after his first boyfriend broke his heart so now he just fucks anything with legs, drinks an unhealthy amount and writes sad poetry that helps him pass through Uni, but then he meets Steve, Steve who wears flower crowns in his hair and only eats the purple m&ms because they taste the best. Steve who is the only Sophmore with a passing grade in intro to Nanotechnology. Steve who turns him down for a quickie at Tommy’s party because he’s an omega with morals and a boyfriend.Steve who is an omega who’s not afraid to give him attitude but will also cry when Billy steps on the flowers he’d planted outside of his sorority. And Steve has a boyfriend who is preapproved by his parents but never gives him any attention, calls Steve stupid and slow, an alpha who only brings Steve to parties to show him off as a trophy and to brag about the wealthy family he’s going to marry into. But then he starts to really notice billy, billy who writes him Shakespeare on notes and leaves them on Steve’s desk . Billy who went out of his way to buy bags of m&ms and sort through to find all the purple ones (because he was listening when Steve said they were his favorite). Billy who who grabs him by the hand at 2am when they’re both high on the top of the astronomy building and pulls him close, whispers how Steve is good enough. Maybe they slow burn fall in love ( because that’s the best kind of love fr) and Billy doesn’t know how to tell Steve that he smells like white chocolate and rose petals but it’s a smell he wants to come home to. And Steve doesn’t know how to tell Billy that even though he’s maybe probably kinda in love with him, the reason he turned him down is because his parents expect the absolute best out of him and he can’t be caught dead dating an alpha who isn’t going to become a lawyer or a doctor. So as much as he wants to leave the alpha his parents picked out, Steve doesn’t because he wants his parents to be proud of him no matter how bad their ideals for him are and whether or not it makes him happy, when it’s obvious that Billy is the reason for his smile and the reason he gets up in the morning. I could go on and on and make a whole plot about this i swearrrrrr
oh man i'm so happy you share my lipsticks kink. love you art so much! btw have you read the fic paint it red? its the best harringrove with steve wearing lipstick i think you would like it.
Hi, Anon! Thank you as well for sharing this kink! (actually harringrove opened it for me. Before them I didn't knew that I have one XD). Thanks for the fic recommendation, but I'm so bad at reading fics lately 😩 I prefer to spend my time with studying and drawing instead of reading. But I have a short "to read" list and will add "Paint it red" in it. Thank you 😘🥰🥰
Billy`s Hargrove earring by amazing LeneLJewelry. Tnanks my dear friend, it`s the best gift in the world.
I saw a post that said
“A soulmate AU where the first lie you ever tell your soulmate is written on your skin”
And I want this for Harringrove so bad where Steve is known for not lying to anybody because he’s scared of who his soulmate is. But every night when he goes home, he turns on the bath water and unwraps his collarbone that hides his tattoo that says “I’m fine Bambi eyes, don’t worry about me” written in elegant cursive. all he can do is wonder who this person is gonna be, why are they lying about being fine, and what kind of situation are they going to be in where they feel the need to lie?
Billy’s tattoo is on full display for everyone to see, it’s written in almost chicken scratch handwriting across his forearm “I hope all men aren’t like you, Hargrove”. Billy being the guy he is wears it like it’s a trophy. It’s a comfort for him. Sure for now he treats everybody and anyone like someone to just pass around for fun. But when his soulmate says those words to him, they don’t mean them. They’ll know the real side of Billy, they’ll know who he really is as a person and what he wants out of life. Somebody will understand him.
He starts to cover up his tattoo though, people take it the wrong way. And after awhile it starts to get to him, he gets tired of beating people up over a soulmate he’s never met.( something along those lines idfk)
And now they’ve known each other for awhile, going on 6 months when Billy and Steve get into an argument about Billy’s home life, about Billy’s grades, about Billy being Billy sometimes when Steve says
“All I can do is worry about you, you know?” Steve yells. “You’re like my best friend, why would I let you go home to this.”
“Go home Harrington.”
“We’re supposed to be friends and yet you don’t trust me? Stop calling me by my last name, Hargrove”
“We are friends, don’t ever say that to me again” Billy argues, he’s upset now, a cigarette lit in his hand, halfway burned through as he ashes it out the window.
“Then let me worry about you for once” Steve grunts, arms crossed looking out the passenger side window.
Billy scoffs, taking another hit and turning to Steve lazily.
“I’m fine Bambi eyes, don’t worry about me.” Billy smirks his signature smirk but Steve could see the look in his eyes. The look of sheer horror of having to go home again.
But Steve is only half looking at him anyways.
“What did you just say?” Steve whispered in complete shock. His hand out of reflex going across his neck. He took a deep breath, turning to look at Billy. “Billy what did you JUST SAY?!”
“Look, I can take care of myself alright Steve? I don’t want you worrying about me, or getting involved. You don’t deserve that and I’m not going to do that to you. I’ve lost too many people when they try to get involved. I won’t lose you too.” Billy hits again before looking at Steve. “You’re my best friend too, just don’t tell anybody alright? Wouldn’t want people to get ideas” Bill laughs then, it’s a small laugh but it’s a laugh.
Steve sighs, that had to have been a glitch then.
“I hope all men aren’t like you, Hargrove” Steve says under his breath, it’s quiet, but not quiet enough.
“Steve... show me your tattoo.”
Steve’s looking at his lap now his tattoo feels like it’s burning a hole through his clothes, waiting for someone to touch it.
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours” he takes a deep breath.
Billy doesn’t respond, instead He leans across the seats slowly, unwrapping Steve’s bandages to finally look at the tattoo he always has covered up. He smiles, a genuine smile and kisses Steve’s collar bone softly.
Billy pulls back a little, face still hidden in Steve’s neck as he pulls up his own sleeve happily.
Just a thought. Might be trash (it is but I’m not sorry)
he used to wear blue (before I knew you) Part 1/3
So this is something I wrote enjoy it please? I have a part two ready if people like it. This was just getting really long lol so I edited it a little and cut it into two parts. Let me know what you think?
Summary: When Steve falls asleep it’s 1982, he’s cold, and alone and he’s hiding from a giant demon trying to kill him and his friends. He knows the plan, his friends are coming back for him, he just has to wait outside for awhile, hidden and safe. When he wakes up however, he’s in different universe. It’s 2019 and nothing is making any sense. What kind of dream is he having?
“STEVE”
“Steve..”
“Steve, please..”
“Ste-..”
When Steve wakes up, he’s warm. Which wouldn’t have been weird if he had fallen asleep warm. That wasn’t the case though, Steve had fallen asleep cold, he had been shivering and clutching to himself for dear life. He had fallen asleep behind a dumpster in the middle of winter,hiding from whatever it was that was attacking them this time. He wasn’t necessarily sure what it was this time, all he knew was that he had to hide. Especially since he was alone. His friends had been able to escape, and he was sure they were coming back for him, all he had had to do was stay awake and wait. While awake though, minutes turned into hours, and hours had turned into a day or two, he hadn’t been sure. None of that mattered right now though, because right now, he was warm.
Come to think of it, Steve thought, finally opening his eyes and looking around at his surroundings. How did he get here exactly?
Something really wasn’t adding up. Steve sat up slowly, letting the thick blanket he was wrapped in fall. He looked down and pulled gently at the soft baby blue patterned pajamas he was wearing. Something really wasn’t adding up. Looking around he could identify that he was in fact in his bedroom at home. The dead giveaways being the posters he had on the wall and his own clothes strewn across his computer chair. This was definitely his room, but something seemed… off.
Steve stood then, trying to catch his balance, he walked slowly to the mirror in his room and squinted at himself. He eyed his neck, pulling his shirt down past his collarbone and stepped back quickly in shock. What happened to his bruises? His cuts? Was this all a dream? Steve held his hands out in front of him, flipping them over and looking at both sides, he saw no band aids that were covering his cuts and his reminders of what had happened.
Now he was scared, he turned his head, eyes roaming the room confused.
Was this heaven? Did he die from being outside in the cold for too long? Did nobody ever find hi-
Knock, Knock
“Steve honey, breakfast is ready. You need to hurry or you’re going to be late for school” A soft female voice came from behind his closed bedroom door. “And please, don’t spend all morning trying to find something to wear, it’s the first day, you’ll have all year to impress people.”
he used to wear blue (before I knew you) Part 2/ WHO KNOWS ANYMORE
There is a whole lot of harringrove coming next part I promise, now that we got the story really rolling, there’s a little bit here but it’s mostly explaining my boy Steve.Sorry it took so long, I dont even have an excuse frfr. If you Haven’t read part one please find it HERE. If you have read part one then please enjoy part two to my madness my lovely freaking penguins. Until next time ya tiger kings and queens
When Steve woke up, he once again expected to be cold.
He was warm again though, proving himself wrong.
Steve opened his eyes, groaning he looked around through hazy eyes, trying to focus himself. He could see himself in a mirror, blinking at his reflection. The bandage over his eyebrow really hurt, and he had a pounding headache. When he sat up, shrugging the blanket that was covering him off he sighed. Was he even still at the school? The surrounding didn’t look familiar to him, he looked around once more before his eyes landed on someone else in the room.
Oh.
He wasn’t alone.
Before he could fully freak out though, he could tell it wasn’t Hargrove again, it also wasn’t Nancy or Jonathan. Steve did have a guess though, looking at the pixie brown hair cut and too big glasses for her face.
“Barb?” He asked quietly, reaching up to rub at the back of his head, trying to soothe his headache.
you’re still special to me, baby This is lowkey trash but I’m never sorry for writing this trash and I refuse to be sorry now lol. Mafia au with Mob boss Billy and Sugar baby Steve. Its soft so you might have to squint. sorrynotsorry (okay I’m sorry) There’s also a small small very minor character death. Enjoy?
“I say we have a snitch on our hands men”
They’re all sitting around a circle table. The game has been over for hours, not that it mattered. The game was a mere distraction to what they had all really gathered for.
Billy had called upon his top four men, because they indeed have a snitch, and when you’re the head of an underground very illegal comp[any, you put a stop to snitches. He turns to his left, and ashes the cigarette in his hand directly into the mans whiskey glass.
“Tell me number two, who do you think that snitch is?” He asks, a smirk on his lips.
Number two takes a small gulp, half meeting Billy’s eyes.
“I have my suspicions boss.” he says, glancing down to his feet.
Billy crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, looking around slowly at his companions.Before he can say anything else however, he turns his head at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. His guards reach for the guns quickly, ready to defend against the threat.
“Daddy?” A soft voice calls. “Are you down here?”
Billy’s guards lower their hands, moving to relax at hearing Steve’s voice down the stairs
. “Yes baby” Billy calls, voice thick but demeanor softening.
Steve stops at the bottom step, a long sleeved pink sweater draping down past his slim hips, he had on a pair of pajama shorts and a pair of white fuzzy socks. He cocks his head to the side, moving to push his soft brown curls out of his eyes. He looks tired Billy thinks. His poor baby, rubs his eyes and looks at him, it makes Billy’s heart skip a beat at the sight.
“It’s getting late is everything okay?” Steve asks, cocking his head to the side. His baby is so considerate.
Billy pulls out his gun and sets it down openly on the table, turning to Steve with wide open arms that his boy rushes into.
“Everything’s fine baby, I’ve told you being in the basement is no place for a delicacy like you” Billy said, kissing Steve on the forehead.
His comrades turn, not making eye contact with Chicago’s most dangerous couple. They know better.
“I heard you talking daddy,” Steve says back, rubbing his nose across Billy’s neck. “And I think you’re right”
He grabs Billy’s gun and jumps out of his lap, pointing the gun directly at number 3 who in return jumps out of his seat scared.
The rest of the men look startled, the bodyguards reach to their sides to clutch their own guns just in case number 3 gets any bright ideas. Billy however, doesn’t flinch, and watches on with a peak of interest.
“Anything you wanna get off your chest 3?” He asks him, taking another hit from his cigarette.
Number 3 noticeably gulps and furiously shakes his head. He runs his sweaty hands down his black pants quickly.
“Boss, I ain’t no snitch, he’s crazy”
“You calling my baby a liar?” Billy asks, raising his eyebrow at the man in question, who again furiously shakes his head.
“Never never boss. I-I-“
“ Daddy I think someone’s nervous” Steve giggles, he drops Billy’s gun on the table in front of him and walks over to number 3. “ You don’t wanna lie to my daddy, that makes him a very unhappy man” Steve whispers in his ear, he reaches down and pulls a small pink needle point knife out of his sock. Number 3 looks as if he may pass out, while Billy looks nothing more than amused as he watches his baby work.
Steve opens the knife and slides the dull side of it along number 3′s neck slowly. He slips the knife into his shirt and looks up at Billy smiling.
“Daddy!” He says excitedly, “Look what i found!” He says as he cuts open the mans shirt to reveal a wire hooked to his chest.
The room bursts with the sounds of guns loading and angry grunts.Everyone waits though, just to see what Billy’s command will be.
“You’re so smart baby,and that was so considerate to help him reveal himself to us.” Billy smirks. He grabs his gun and stands, fixing his suit and tie before walking across the room to wear Steve is now holding number 3 with a knife to his neck.
“Boss please, you’ve known me for years. I would never sell you out unless I had to.” The man pleads, he drops to his knees with his arms in the air desperately. “Billy, you know me.”
Billy almost starts to debate it, before he raises his gun and shoots him in the side of his head.
“The nights over, go home. Number 4 help them clean this up and dispose of it.” He says calmly putting his gun back by his side.The others nod, as they start to disperse and number starts on ridding the body along with Billy’s bodyguards.
“What about me daddy?” Steve asks innocently, he stashes his knife back in his sock and looks up at Billy through his lashes.
“I’ve got something real special for you bambi.”
“Well I hope it includes a shopping spree.” Steve giggles again, wrapping his arms around Billy’s neck.
“That and a whole lot more princess.” He says leaning down to kiss his boy hard.
