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They should be in the scooby doo universe and double plus bonus, they should be kissing.

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Jason grasps Eddie's face, staring deep into his eyes.

Eddie stares back into Jason's beautiful eyes, his own wide in disbelief.

Jason's mesmerizing gaze is warm as he leans in closer and closer. Eddie anticipates a kiss, slowly closing his eyes and puckering out his lips, when suddenly, Jason grips his face even tighter and whispers

"You're failing all your fucking classes." And then slaps his forehead.

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In Eddie’s defence, he is trying to help.

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I am obsessed with them

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DEADPAN STARE HES IN THE ASBESTOS . YOU WERE WARNED.

:(

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billy gets the asbestos soup if you don't shower (threat)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #ON ANON? #oh you wound me SO.

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robin, be serious

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Prompt for @harringrovemicrofic Green Month! 914 words of something that has been on my mind ever since I saw the prompt.

No warnings. Sweet Potato is back though.

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“So, should I ask?”

Steve’s shoulders jump, turning around with an expression he thinks is supposed to be the epitome of innocence.

Billy doesn’t believe it for even a second.

“Hey Billy, you’re uh.” Steve sniffs, looking away from Billy. “You’re home early.”

Billy hums, nodding slowly as his gaze stares at the green jacket in Steve’s hand. The name emblazoned on the side read ‘Jason’.

As did the seven other identical green jackets all folded up neatly around Steve’s feet.

Unless Billy has been blind for the past year, the brunet in front of him is clearly not Jason.

Steve turns the jacket around with a reddening face.

“I can explain.”

“Uh huh.” Billy walks over, taking the jacket from Steve’s hands and flipping it back over. “So you’re the one stealing Jason’s jackets?”

“He has a lot of the exact same jacket, did you know that? Like, why does he have eight letterman jackets.”

“If I knew, I’d tell you.” Billy folds the sleeves in, easily folding the jacket and tossing it down to join its brethren. “Also, you’re avoiding the question.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are. Why are you stealing his jackets. They’re not even that comfy.” Billy would know. He’s felt letterman jackets before, when he was still back in California and stole some senior’s jacket just for the fun of it. It was worn in, sure, and huge on his then freshman body, but it wasn’t something Billy would have willingly worn.

Steve does a long, slow blink.

Billy copies him, even slower.

“So.”

“So?”

Steve inhales, then starts speaking. “I was thinking we’d hide them all over school. Just put them in really weird places that Jason would go to and freak him out.”

“You know he’s been all preachy about how stealing is bad. And here you are, with the stolen things. The graduate.” Billy lets out a whistle. “Who would’ve guessed it was the Steve all along.”

“Not Jason?”

“Oh, he’s been on Eddie’s rear end the entire past week. Eddie has been baiting him after public attempt number.. Three?” Billy shrugs, snickering softly. “His current excuse is he’s using it to fix up his throne on Mount Vesuvius.”

Steve squints. “Is that a fantasy thing?”

“The Pompeii volcano, pretty boy.” Billy pats his shoulder gently. “That Vesuvius.”

Steve nods slowly. “Ahh… Got it.”

Billy walks around the jackets, stepping over Sweet Potato lounging on the ground to get to the kitchen. Steve follows him in, Billy grabbing a can of beer and cracking it open.

Sweet Potato comes happily rolling in at the sound, jumping up onto the counter.

“No Potato, not yours.”

Sweet Potato plaintively meows at him. His little paw taps at his arm, Billy giving him a kiss with the bottom of the can.

“So run the plan by me, princess.”

Steve grins, and starts rambling on, his feet taking him with as he paced around the kitchen. Billy sips at his beer in the meanwhile, watching without much remorse or discretion at the movement of Steve’s hips.

He only looks up when Steve snaps his fingers, grinning behind the can.

“Are you even listening?”

“Bright and open, cocoa bean.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “So as I was saying, we sneak in there in the morning to set everything up, get everything in place and leave. When Jason gets there he’ll see the first one just in front of his locker, I have a spare mannequin that we can dress up as him. Then we scatter others in the gym, put one in Science class, the bathroom, common Jason places?”

Billy hums. “Sounds perfect. Anything else?”

“Well I was also thinking we just fill his pockets with beans but maybe that’s too much.”

Billy snorts loud and ugly, putting down his can. Sweet Potato paws at it, Billy scooping up the orange cat and letting Sweet Potato cling to his arm as he squished his little cheeks. “No absolutely fill his pocket with beans. I want to watch him get bean’d.”

Steve grins, already heading to the cabinet to grab a bag. Billy leans down to toss Sweet Potato back on the ground, grabbing his can before the cat could jump up and try to get a sip of the forbidden liquid.

He follows Steve back into the living space as he sets the bag of dried beans down on the ground, opening the jacket pockets and shoving handful of beans in.

“He’s gonna be so surprised,” Steve says, amusement in his voice.

“I bet.”

Sweet Potato comes trotting in, sniffing at the open bag of beans. Steve takes a handful and sprinkles it on top of him, Sweet Potato going into hunting mode and batting at the fallen beans.

Steve and Billy both watch in amusement as Sweet Potato plays with the beans for a good couple of minutes.

Once all the jackets were full, Steve stacks them up and sets them on the couch for the next day.

“We can put them in my car. Makes the job easier.” Billy tilts his head towards the front door, Steve grabbing the stack once more and following Billy outside.

Billy unlocks the Camaro, pulling the passenger seat forward for Steve to put the jackets down. A bean falls out from one of the pockets, Billy taking it and shoving it back in.

“There we go, all ready for tomorrow! You think a mannequin could fit in here too?”

“Don’t push it.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #jason carver #harringrovemicrofic3 #harringrovemicrofic #as far as i am aware you can't have duplicates of a letterman jacket but for the sake of hilarity jason has 8 of them

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Give me a Pokemon and character and in return you get a short fic about them interacting.

The boredom has struck me.

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I'd really just love for Stobin to have a cat in their little apartment that CONTINUALLY catches this same bat, same one. Each time. Stobin KNOW it's the same bat, because it has a little scar on its tiny lil fuzzy cheek.

The cat never HURTS the little bat, but it just, catches it and takes it home.

Each time, they take it out away from the apartment, away from the confusing lights and release it back into the wild, because it's a healthy lil bat, really enjoys landing on Steve's head, much to Steve's amusement and Robins panic over rabies.

What they don't know, is the bat is in cahoots with the cat, and just can't seem to find the right time to turn back into his humanoid vampire self and admit his big dumb gay crush on Steve.

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Them 100%

🔪🔪🔪 в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪  

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it’s always correct to make steve weirder and more fucked up

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I have a vision, ok?

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Billy stealing Heather’s clothes

it's his now, she can't have it back.

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A Steve who loves peanut butter, and usually eats it right out of the jar with a spoon (because he's home alone a lot and no one is there to judge him for it), vs a Billy who ALSO loves peanut butter but who won't let himself have it because it isn't healthy and it's a waste of money and he's put too much work into looking as good as he does, and he doesn't want to ruin it for sweets.

The solution? Kissing Steve after every spoonful of peanut butter, of course. That way, Billy gets the taste of peanut butter, AND kisses from Steve. Win-win, really.

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Billy is aggressive. Just not in the way Steve thought.

They're on the couch, a little tipsy after a few cans of beer. Billy's close and his mullet's a mess. Steve can't resist, just lets his hand wander. He's stroking Billy's hair, slowly scratching his scalp. Holding his breath the whole time.

Billy moves. Steve stops. Billy knocks his head back against Steve's hand. He makes a noise, almost a growl.

"Don't you dare to fucking stop," he grumbles.

Steve hides his grin and does as he's told. He knows Billy will deny it all in the morning.

It's a pattern, Steve notices. He shows Billy affection, Billy demands it and then pretends it never happens.

Steve likes to cuddle. Billy does, too, but of course he can't just ask for it.

"Stop tossing around," Billy groans, when they're in bed for like two minutes and Steve was just getting comfortable.

He doesn't complain though, because there are Billy's arms around him, pulling him closer. Billy snores into his ear and it's somehow easier to fall asleep.

When he's at Dustin's and his cat rubs against his leg, demanding ear scratches until she gets bored and fucks off, Steve can't help to see the similarity.

"You're a cat," he tells Billy, when his boyfriend sits on the kitchen counter and waits for him to finish making dinner. Steve never thought he would get bullied into making spaghetti with meatballs, because Billy can't say he likes it like a normal person.

Billy scrunches his nose. "I'm not a pet."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Sure, you're way too dangerous for that. Get down, you know the rules."

Billy scoffs at him, but gets from the counter.

Later, when they're in bed and Billy's draped all over him, Steve scratches him behind his ears. Billy's chest rumbles. He purrs.

Steve grins. He's so right.

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Listen, I know Black Hat Villain Steve wasn't even a big focus in @teddywesworl 's fic "Dissonance Theory" but iT JUDT MADE SUCH A PRETTY IMAGE IN MY HEAD 🫠 so I drew him 👀