“You don’t deserve him.”
Billy looked down at the tiny but well wrapped package of rage and fury that was Nancy Wheeler and sneered.
“Neither do you, Wheeler so I don’t exactly see where the problem is. Steve’s a big boy. He can make his own decisions.”
“He can but he’s easily manipulated and -.”
“Is that why you two got together?” Billy snidely interjects.
“Oh, fuck you, Hargrove.”
“No thanks, sweet cheeks. You’re not my type.”
Nancy huffed.
“I don’t see what Steve sees in you but you better take care of him, Hargrove.”
“Don’t worry, sweet cheeks. I’ll take better care of him than you ever did. After all, what we have isn’t bullshit.”
Billy walked away, leaving Nancy fuming. He knew that Steve would probably make him pay for that later but she had no right questioning their relationship when she had clearly sabotaged theirs.
This is a snippet of a Harringrove shovel talk fic I want to write post S3 but I haven't gotten around to it yet.
"steve is so stupid lol" yeah? YEAH? everyone loves talking about how robin deciphered the russian code but if steve hadn't recognized the 'daisy bell' song from the coin operated toy horse, robin and dustin would've still thought that the transmission was from russia or something. robin asks "maybe they have horses like that in russia?" and steve immediately says "'indiana flyer'? i don't think so." so just because steve harrington, who was a popular jock for the majority of his school years, doesn't understand the nerdy/geeky references the party makes, it doesn't make him stupid.
“my favorite this season was the fruity four”
be more specific bitch
we’ve got pride parade
internalized homophobia
polyamory
and old spice
I may like a ship where the OTP are friendly and sweet and generally nice to each other. But..... What I truly love is a messed up couple that makes no sense and has no chance of ever getting together with a lot of emotional baggage and issues and they tried to kill each other at least once!
YES he is a MASSIVE BITCH but hes also BISEXUAL and a PUNCHING BAG and ALMOST DIES AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. AND hes my little meow meow.
"It’s your funeral,” he just says. It’s a terrible sentence he never wishes to say again. “It’s just appropriate.”
Billy’s eyes are a bit more red rimmed than yesterday. His hand lies on his stomach, fingers digging slightly into his tank top and Steve wonders how hungry he’s right now. If he’s starving right now.
"Well, at least something about my life’s appropriate in the end,” Billy snorts. “That’s good to know.”
Chapter 4. Read more on AO3.
Everybody, sitting in the Byers' living room: *inaudible chatting* Joyce: Everyone! Shh! Everybody: *goes silent* Joyce: Right, now we all know why we're here, Everybody: (does in fact know why they're here) Joyce: Now- uh- *clears throat* two of you guys- I mean- I hope only two of you guys- have been engaging in...uh- how do I put this nicely- romantic- gestures? Everybody: *Turns to Eddie and Chrissy* Eddie: YOU GUYS DO REALIZE IT'S NOT ALWAYS US- Joyce: No- not- not- not sexual gestures- yknow- stuff like kissing-? A lot-? Steve: *goes bright red* Billy: *Only goes a little pink* Max: I think it's sort of obvious now. Just pick the tomatoes in the group. Joyce: *bites back a laugh* okay- you two need to- cut down on the noise- mainly uh- mainly Steve- heh- sorry Steve- Steve: I- I- I- I- N- NO -N- NOT- I- DOESN’T- NOT- ME- M- I- W- I- Argyle: I think Steve's malfunctioning, dude Billy: *puts a hand over Steve's mouth* Steve: *goes silent and doesn't do anything about it* Max: I bet he's way too used to it- Joyce: Max- Eddie: Oh- EW DUDE IS THAT WHY YOUR HANDS ALWAYS HAVE TEETH IMPRINTS ON THEM- Chrissy: Ed that isn't a necessary commen- Dustin: WAIT BILLY AND STEVE HAVE BEEN KISSING-?! Kids:*screaming in disgust* Billy: Please excuse us, Mrs. Byers *grins charmingly as he drags Steve out the door*
*Billy and Steve step outside and Billy shuts the door behind them* Everybody: *sitting in dead silence* *Steve wailing like a child from outside the door* Billy, in a muffled voice: Steve calm down- it's over just- sh- what if we get you ice-cream or something? Steve shut up for god's sake-
*This totally has nothing to do with an upcoming fic*
Just a quick, sincere thank you to everyone in the Harringrove fandom and all the hilarious, soft, hot, amazing content you create. Long meeting? Road trip with my family and they’re fighting? Long line at the grocery store? Trying to avoid doing chores? There’s beautiful Harringrove content for any situation, and I’m so blessed to have it all here for my consumption.