listography: harringroveˏˋ♡ˎˊ

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cherry pie, two shot, nc-17 ✏︎ billy hargrove lives for summer. endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? there’s nothing better. even being stuck in hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. he eats it up, devouring every day whole.
city lights lay out before us, on going, r ✏︎ steve has been wandering through the woods at night for months, earning him the not-so-coveted title of hawkins' resident nutcase. by the time billy hargrove rolls into town with his stupid car and his come try me attitude, Steve is sorely lacking sleep and the ability to make friends above the age of thirteen. billy doesn’t seem to care.

princess steve, chaptered, nc-17 ✏︎ billy smirks at him, white teeth glinting: “finish up, why don’t you? you’re making me regret choosing you to cheat off, king steve-”. “don’t. call. me. that.” “okay....” billy says, mock sweet. “how about... princess?”

the party never ends, one shot, nc-17 ✏︎ billy wants a fight from steve harrington. he'll do just about anything to get it, too.
times like these, can't make it on my own, on going, nc-17 ✏︎ “let’s just say it didn’t happen, okay, hargrove?” [...] stepping forward, billy clenched his jaw and stuck out his hand, colliding with steve’s palm against his true will. he knew he had no choice, though. if he was to make it through hawkins for the remainder of the school year and make a name for himself, he would have to accept the power king steve held over hawkins high school. no, he didn’t like it. but he needed it. goddamn it, he needed steve fucking harrington.

we could be heroes, just for one day, on going, nc-17 ✏︎ it's autumn of 1985. the summer changed everything, and it feels like nothing will ever be the same. but for steve harrington, strange seems to be the new normal.
who's gonna drive you home?, on going, r ✏︎ “max, what’s wrong? i can get hopper- ”. “no!” she cuts him off, talking fast. “no cops. there’s no time and, and… it’s so cold out there and—and there’s just no time okay? you have to trust me. please. you know the road i live on? i need you to come here now, but do not stop at the house, just keep driving past it, but come as fast as you can and…” she hesitates “and—you’ll know when you see. you’ll understand.”

jul 2 2019 ∞
jan 11 2023 +