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Thank you for this entry, it's so funny XD Poor Jason :P

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.”

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Eddie and Jason have a very healthy and hot relationship in the bedroom right? But Jason is a little annoyed because Eddie won't do innocent pda. Hold my hand? What? No, I'm smoking. Tries to put arm around Eddie's shoulder, is shaken off as a joke.

"It just feels like you only want sex."

"Babe, I love you."

"Then what the hell?"

Later Jason will complain to Chrissy who tells him what she thinks.

"Thats dumb. You've accidentally walked in on us enough to know he isn't shy."

"I'm telling you, he is. No one that brazen can take cuteness without exploding from it. You make Eddie all...explody."

"..."

Jason surprise holds Eddie's hands, their fingers lacing together and watches as deep red crawls up from Eddie's chest up his face to his ears.

"Oh my God."

"Shut up."

"OH MY GOD"

"Stop!"

Kisses the tip pf Eddie's nose just to be sure and gets a fluster, shy eyed, stuttering Eddie.

"You are shy!"

"N-no I'm not! Maybe it's my love for you, huh, you punk? Ever think of how happy you make me and thats why I'm all like this?"

"So if I gave you a peck on the chin and hugged you right now?"

"Dont you dare. I have a reputation, babe. I gotta be dirty not...this."

Chrissy, watching from the sidelines with an unimpressed Billy, giggles.

"They're so cute."

"They're so stupid, you mean. All this time, all those dirty little things Munson does to Carver and a little hand holding and a kiss on the nose does him in?"

"Hey Billy? Are you shy?"

"N-"

Steve, overhearing, winks at Billy causing him to turn bashful.

Chrissy smiles brightly

"Aww"

Billy groans.

"Stop."

All the boys in Chrissys life except for Steve and Jason are shy beans and I think thats adorable.

Jason force feeding Eddie PDA that he can barely handle is sooo real @oopsiedaisiesbaby are you seeing this???

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Harringrove 3 challenge 15 April - 15 May

The prompt for the next Harringrove Microfic Challenge is

Green Word count: 914

Optional suggestions Song: Green tinted sixties mind by Mr. Big Character: Jason Carver

Ao3 collection

Remember that now we are opened to art too!

Let's be creative and imagine whatever you want for our baby boys. It's the color of the letterman jacket? Or the plants they have in their first apartment? Someone is green with envy? Is really not so easy being green? Be wild and make me proud! Remember to tag @harringrovemicrofic and use the tag #harringrovemicrofic and #harringrovemicrofic3!

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Welcome!

Welcome to the monthly challenge for our golden boys Billy and Steve!

Current challenge

How does it work? Each 15th of the month will have a word prompt and a automatically generated word count between 300 - 1000 words. Also we'll give optional inspiring song(s) and character(s) to help your inspiration; you don't need to use them but if you do, you'll have a virtual high five from the mod :)

You have until the next 15th to post your work and share it with us.

The prompt is mandatory but the word count has two levels of challenge: you can strictly stick to the word count or just stay under 1000 words.

I highly recommend to challenge yourself to stay in the word count, but there will no blame if you don't! Once you complete your work, you can tag @harringrovemicrofic and the monthly tag to have it reblog and share with us Harringrove lovers. Please remember to properly tag your work, rating it and highlight any possible trigger warning. We also have a Ao3 collection for every period; you can post directly in the collection but it is moderated and I'll approve the work once I check on it. How to participate

We are now open to art too! You can now participate with fics, art, playlist, any kind of art you want to use, fulfilling the prompt. As I can't really put requirements for the art, just keep in mind the nature of the challenge and try to create something specific and original for the promt, it doesn't matter if it's just a sketch or a drabble, we'll cheer your creativity. As usual, please rate and tag the works properly.

Feel free to submit all the works (writings and art) you like, and mixing events is also allowed! If you have any question, you can write to our ask or directly to @lorifragolina.

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The first work for the current challenge! Thanks!

(i'm still) watching you—harringrove microfic

my first attempt at harringrove and probably totally weird like my usual shit, so… yeah, nervous. but I love prompts/challenges too much to resist… Pls be kind 🙂 

WC: 914. For @harringrovemicrofic prompt, green (I also got a passing mention of Jason Carver in for the additional prompt.)

CW: None. Tags: angst, pining, chronic illness (Fibro/Chronic fatigue), enemies to lovers, h/c, no Upside Down AU, slightly soft Billy? Rating: M.

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Steve hated sitting in the stands watching the Tigers win without him.

Hargrove rained all over the hoop, right until the full-time whistle ripped through Steve’s skull. Simultaneously, Billy ripped his vest off—shouting, thudding his chest, scanning the crowd.

His crazily soft-blue eyes rested on Steve. That smug grin faltered, and Steve’s heart gave a crazy little squeeze.

Billy’s attention snapped away. His teammates carried him on a lap of victory, and Steve shaded his eyes. Too fucking much. Since he’d got sick, the doctors had droned on about Steve having to pace himself. Today, that’d been a bust—all for the torture of watching Hargrove play.

Even though Steve hated him.

And he’d chew on that image of shirtless Billy for goddamn weeks.

“Stop bawling, Harrington.” Steve startled, squinted into the suddenly too-bright light. Tommy H waggled a stuffed tiger in front of his nose: “You can be team mascot. This one’s got even less backbone than you.”

“Jesus, I’m gonna punch your stupid face in!”

Steve pushed himself up. Despite his dumb threat, it took all his strength to stumble away. Halfway to the exit, he collapsed onto a seat, slumping forward with his head in his hands. The crowd stomped by, sending shockwaves through his aching bones. Nobody offered to help. Probably figured he’d bite their heads off…

A hand landed on his shoulder. “You okay?” asked Billy.

WTF? Steve flinched away. Up close, he couldn’t handle those stupidly long lashes and gorgeous eyes. “M’fine.”

“Want a ride?”

“You leaving already?” Steve gawked at Billy’s pecs. “Guess there’s only so much showboating even your fat ego can take.”

Billy arched his brow. “I’m sick of this shit. Your ex-teammates are fucking losers, you know that?”

Uh… Yeah?

“Whatever, dude. I’m leaving with Nance.” Steve had just spotted her with freshman golden-boy, Jason Carver, scribbling madly in her notebook.

“She’s writing an essay on that asshole. Couldn’t bag me. Seriously, I need space. Figured you might too.”

Space with me? “Jesus, you still never stop talking! You hate me. What’s your game?”

Billy shrugged. “I don’t hate you, man. It genuinely sucks you had to be benched. Don’t have to believe me, but I actually miss you.”

Miss humiliating me? Miss me rubbing my ass against you while you shoved me around!?! Guess I enjoyed touching you as much as I hated you. I mean, uh, I STILL hate you…

“I don’t need your fucking sympathy, Hargrove.”

“Not offering fucking sympathy.”

Steve’s heart repeated that crazy squeeze. He’d grabbed the hem of Billy’s green shorts before he knew it.

Don’t leave. I honestly can’t get up without help right now. Won’t ask for help, either.

Billy harrumphed vaguely, casually offered a hand. Steve clasped it—since when did he dig slippery palms?—let Billy draw him up and sling an arm around him. Even with Billy’s help, the effort of walking consumed Steve completely till he sank into the Camaro.

Billy winked at him from the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, I’ll go gentle.”

“Jesus, I’m not gonna break.”

“You wanna go home?”

Yeah, I totally should. “No fucking way. Anywhere but this dump.”  

With minimal wheelspin, Billy tore from the school grounds. He didn’t play loud music. They didn’t talk much either. Seemed Billy did occasionally shut up. Only Steve fizzing nerves—WTF AM I DOING?—kept him awake until Billy slammed to a halt.

Steve blinked. “Where are we?”

“One of the few places in this shithole that’s not a shithole.” Billy hurried around and helped Steve from the car.

“I’m not a fucking princess,” Steve bitched.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

“Screw you.” Steve’s glare melted into a laugh that he almost felt.

They’d arrived somewhere in the hills, which smelled of spring grasses. Steve slipped from Billy’s warm grasp—not without a dumbass pang—lay flat on the soft turf. Beyond the trickle of a stream, it was so quiet, he dozed almost instantly.

Then, through the blur of his lashes, he spotted Billy stripping his shorts. Christ, that ass!

Billy headed for the stream. His smirk was as mind-blowing as his body. “I skipped showers.”

“Fucking show-boater.” Steve snickered.

He watched Billy wade thigh deep, splash sparkling droplets over that lick-able, lithely muscled torso. He wished he could watch this a billion times over, ached to join Billy, then his eyelids grew too heavy, his fatigue winning, and… Shit!

Deep inside, something snapped. He slung an arm across his face and cried, drifted, then cried again, shamelessly sniffling. A brush against his arm stirred him. Billy lay stretched beside him, towel around his waist, chin rested on a fist.

“Tears are cathartic, huh?”

Steve rolled to full-on sneer at Billy. Ended up fixed on Billy’s lush mouth, fretting his own lower lip. “Quit mocking me.”

“I’m not. Tears help. Apart from when they’re too damn painful. You don’t have to say which those are.”

Billy reached out, as if to push hair from Steve’s damp eyes, then hesitated. Steve grabbed Billy’s fingers, like he’d grabbed for his shorts. He barely breathed. He clasped Billy’s stream-chilled knuckles to his own burning face, like his life depended on it.

“Meant what I said about missing you,” murmured Billy, as Steve drowned in those adoring eyes. “None of those dicks are half-decent rivals. It sucks we never got a chance to work through that tension and…"

This is a dream, right?

Billy’s fingers slid up through Steve’s hair, gently drawing him closer, and they tumbled into a kiss.

#harringrove microfic #harringrovemicrofic3 #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #prompt: green #green

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hey there, are the fics posted on the 15th or anytime before the 15th?

I'm sure it says so somewhere and i'm just not seeing it.

thanks!

Hi!! I'm not sure to understand the question! You can post your fic anytime before the 15 of May for the current prompt!

If I didn't answer your question, please reach me again, and thank you!

#harringrove ficlet #harringrovemicrofic #ask

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he’s just so bitchy oh my god i’m in love with him

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when all of this is done, I think the best thing to do and the biggest fuck you we can give, is to enjoy the fuck out of harringrove. write fics, create art. celebrate billy hargrove, as he means so much to all of us I want to enjoy my time here again and I want all of you to as well. it hurts right now and it's heavy and we need time. but I hope we can create for our fandom soon and love the hell out of it

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Harringrove 3 challenge 15 April - 15 May

The prompt for the next Harringrove Microfic Challenge is

Green Word count: 914

Optional suggestions Song: Green tinted sixties mind by Mr. Big Character: Jason Carver

Ao3 collection

Remember that now we are opened to art too!

Let's be creative and imagine whatever you want for our baby boys. It's the color of the letterman jacket? Or the plants they have in their first apartment? Someone is green with envy? Is really not so easy being green? Be wild and make me proud! Remember to tag @harringrovemicrofic and use the tag #harringrovemicrofic and #harringrovemicrofic3!

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Harringrove 3 challenge 15 April - 15 May

The prompt for the next Harringrove Microfic Challenge is

Green Word count: 914

Optional suggestions Song: Green tinted sixties mind by Mr. Big Character: Jason Carver

Ao3 collection

Remember that now we are opened to art too!

Let's be creative and imagine whatever you want for our baby boys. It's the color of the letterman jacket? Or the plants they have in their first apartment? Someone is green with envy? Is really not so easy being green? Be wild and make me proud! Remember to tag @harringrovemicrofic and use the tag #harringrovemicrofic and #harringrovemicrofic3!

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Harringrove Microfic Masterpost March 15 - April 15

Sorry for the delay, here we are the masterpost of this month, I'm amazed for all your wonderful works!

A Spilling Of The Hear by @merthurallure- Rating: Teen and up Untitled by @catharrington Keep him forever by @ao3usermelancholyhues - ft. birthday smut, fluffy smut | E rating (Healing the) Damage Inc. and You don't want a lot but you deserve it by @lorifragolina - Rating: General Happy Birthday Billy by @medusapelagia - Rating: Teen and Up Something memorable by @camaro-and-smokes I Miss You (Happy Birthday) by @destroya2005 Chocolate Fiend by @chickensoupleg Birthday breakfast by @ihni Too early to say Happy Birthday by Romeren

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Harringrove Microfic Masterpost March 15 - April 15

Sorry for the delay, here we are the masterpost of this month, I'm amazed for all your wonderful works!

A Spilling Of The Hear by @merthurallure- Rating: Teen and up Untitled by @catharrington Keep him forever by @ao3usermelancholyhues - ft. birthday smut, fluffy smut | E rating (Healing the) Damage Inc. and You don't want a lot but you deserve it by @lorifragolina - Rating: General Happy Birthday Billy by @medusapelagia - Rating: Teen and Up Something memorable by @camaro-and-smokes I Miss You (Happy Birthday) by @destroya2005 Chocolate Fiend by @chickensoupleg Birthday breakfast by @ihni Too early to say Happy Birthday by Romeren

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Depending on your point of view, coming across Billie Hargrove’s Instagram account was either the best or the worst thing to ever happen in Stevie’s life.

Stevie didn’t even know that butches could have long hair but this one did. Granted in a douchey eighties mullet type of way. She also had a very pronounced six pack which she was not attempting to hide in any of her photos. Crystal blue eyes. A winning smile. Shit.

Billy, they/she, basketball stan and cringe Judith Butler supporter- 60% girl, 40% something else-meanest lesbian ever

Over the course of about three weeks, Stevie had looked over that profile at least six times a day. They were mesmeric and Stevie found herself wanting to be consumed. She’d never felt this way about a boy before. Not even Tommy Hagan who she’d dated for over a year before they split. And Billy was in fucking L.A. Nothing was ever going to happen between them.

Still, she found herself sliding into their DMs just before going to get her hair done. Nothing too I’ll-stab-you-and-keep-your-body-in-the-basement but like casual. Maybe a little flirty. They didn’t seem like they had a girlfriend.

What she ended up messaging was “hi Billie! You don’t know me but I love your jeans where did you get them from ☺️”

Smooth Stevie. Very smooth.

She couldn’t even talk to her hairdresser during her hair appointment because she was so embarrassed by what she’d done. A small part of her genuinely considered setting her phone on fire until she checked it again after her highlights were in.

Incredibly surprisingly to Stevie, Billie responded and not even that, responded very positively indeed.

It was all Hey pretty girl and smirking emojis and I got my jeans from this underground thrift store or whatever and Stevie didn’t exactly take any of the information in because she was so incredibly flustered.

If she flattered herself, Stevie knew she was pretty. She knew she had big eyes and glossy hair and full lips which usually led to a line of guys queuing up for a shot. Billie wasn’t like any of those frat guys she was used to or the pretentious hipsters she’d dated later on in college. If there was chasing that was going to be done, Stevie was going to have to do it herself.

A gratifying squirm started in her gut the next day, when she realised that Billy had followed her back. Stevie may have been far too chickenshit to actually message her back but still. Progress was progress.

They danced around talking for a bit. Billie always liked her stories but there was never actually any flirting. Just a palpable tension. Something waiting to begin.

Stevie was not a patient woman. So she decided to push it forward a little.

Posting a thirst trap wasn’t something Stevie had done since she was bored during lockdown but how hard could it be? It had to be like riding a bike or some shit. So she just uploaded a couple of pictures, no overthinking it.

After deleting about thirty different messages from guys, all of whom were being creeps in different ways, Stevie finally got to the message she hoped she’d get from Billie. For all the anxiety leading up to it, the actual content was remarkably short.

Cute 💖😙

Robin picked up after the third ring. Judging by the time of her voice, Stevie had definitely woken her up from a nap. Whoops.

“What the fuck is it dingus?” Ouch.

Stevie tried to answer without sounding like an absolute moron.

“Robin how do you know if a lesbian is flirting with you?”

The long silence indicated to Stevie that she’d absolutely sounded like a moron.

“What did she say dingus?”

Stevie told her then she hung up. Which seemed harsh.

Billie messaged again the following day. Again it was brief.

Sorry if I misread. I’ll leave you alone now.

Stevie had never scrambled to reply to a message as fast in her life. Begging Billie not to leave, she wasn’t very good at this type of flirting but she wanted to try.

Billie seemed a lot less bummed after that. And much flirtier. They’d explained about their ocd, the constant fear of being creepy or a bad person stopping her from messaging Stevie more. But now that they were talking they could try. If Stevie wanted.

Stevie did want. She wanted very much.

And when finally visited Billy one person about five months later and they were doing dumb first date stuff, being in love, she thought that was a pretty good story to tell their grandkids about how they’d met.

Embarrassing. But good.

@shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 @oopsiedaisiesbaby @thatgirlwithasquid @robthegoodfellow

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The Straightest Guy In Hawkins

(Internalized) homophobia tw

"I'm gonna fuck so many bitches this summer." Billy bragged, as he lied on Steve's bed, tossing his baseball into the air.

"Uh huh..." Steve passively responded, continuing to work on their project.

"So many hot babes with big tits and—"

"Couldja shut up and help me with this project? God, You've been pissing me off lately."

"What'd you say? I'm pissing you off?!" Billy sprang up.

"Yeah. Ever since we went to your house to work on this stupid project and I saw that magazine, you've been going overboard to try and prove to me that you're super straight, the straightest guy in Hawkins." Steve rolled his eyes. "Y'know what? I don't care if you're straight, not straight, doesn't matter."

"Well I am straight." Billy pointlessly insisted.

"Good for you! I'm not, and I don't give a shit."

"You're...not?" Billy questioned in disbelief.

"No."

Billy chuckled in response. "Does daddy Harrington know you're a fa—"

"No!" Steve exclaimed. "He doesn't. And if I told him, I don't think he'd care. I don't think my parents even see me half the time, alright? So-so just drop it. Like I said, I don't give a shit if you like guys or girls or both or neither. I just wanna get this project done. We have 3 more days and a lot to do."

Silence filled the room. An uncomfortable, lonely silence. Billy froze. He wanted to speak up, be honest with Steve, but he knew being honest with Steve would lead to his haunting crush on him surfacing again.

"I'm...not." He blurted out. "I'm gay, actually."

Steve set down his pencil and turned his attention to Billy. "Does your dad know you're a—"

"No." He fearfully shook his head. "He'd kill me. Like...actually murder me. He already thinks I'm a failure. If he found out I was a gay failure, he'd probably beat me until I stopped moving."

"So...am I the only person who knows?"

Billy shrugged. "Aside from the 2 guys I've hooked up with."

"In Hawkins?"

"Nah, you're the only other queer I've met around here."

"There're others, trust me. You have options."

The silence returned again. Steve could sense that something was still troubling Billy.

"What is it? You worried I'll tell?"

"Not really...forget it. Let's finish the project."

"C'mon. Talk to me. You've already told me your deepest darkest secret, what could be worse than that?"

"The fact that there's...someone I like. But I can't see them because it runs the risk of my dad finding out."

"Who is it? I'll tell you if he's queer or not."

Billy gently shook his head.

"Is it Eddie? He's definitely queer, I know for a fact—"

"What?! No! ...Wait, you hooked up with Munson?" Billy wondered, shielding his jealousy.

"I—no, we...we kissed once at a party, during a drinking game, but there was tongue, and he was totally into it, so I'm pretty sure—"

"It's..." Billy sighed. "It's not him."

"Is it Jason?" Steve chuckled. "God, I hope not. That guy's probably straighter than you could ever pretend to be—"

"Not him either." Billy snapped. "Let's just finish the project, okay? I'm sorry for...pissing you off, or whatever."

Billy joined Steve at the table where they focused on nothing but the project.

"So I think...we just need to put a little more information in this paragraph so it's longer, and then we'll be done. Then we can type it up."

"Lemme see."

When Billy absentmindedly reached for the paper, his hand accidentally touched Steve's and he sharply pulled away.

"Sorry." He apologized.

Steve narrowed his eyes. "That's the second time you apologized to me."

"And?"

"And. You never apologize. What's up?"

Billy shook his head. "I'dunno what you're talkin' about."

"Billy—"

"Can it, Harrington. I'm trying to read this."

"You're not even looking at it!"

Billy slammed the paper down and stood suddenly, knocking the chair to the floor. "I'm going home."

"What?! You can't just leave, we didn't—"

"I'm tired of you questioning me. Now you're pissing me off."

Steve picked up the chair, watching disappointedly as Billy grabbed his jacket.

"I didn't mean to piss you off. I shouldn't have been pushing you so much about a touchy subject in the first place. It's my fault."

"It isn't."

"Huh?"

"I said it isn't!" Billy snapped. "See you tomorrow."

Steve slumped in his seat when he heard Billy's camaro skirt out of the driveway. Even though he apologized, he still wished he could do more for Billy.

The following day, Billy didn't even show up for school. Steve worried Billy was avoiding him completely, and began to worry about their incomplete project.

When he arrived home, Billy was already there, smoking a cigarette on his porch.

"Hope you're not ashing in my mom's rose bush." He said with a smile.

"Wouldn't dream of tainting Mrs. Harrington's precious roses." Billy sneered.

"Missed you at school today—well, I didn't mean like, I missed you, but—you were...you were missing."

"Had some shit on my mind, so I ditched today."

Steve opened his mouth to ask, but he knew that wouldn't be a smart idea. He'd probably just chase Billy off again.

"Ready to finish this project, then?"

Billy tossed his cigarette into the street. "Yeah, let's get it over with."

They finished the project in 40 minutes and Steve offered Billy a beer to celebrate.

"Think we're gonna get an A?"

"Pretty sure. We followed all the instructions to a T."

"Yeah. Yeah we did." Steve agreed.

"About yesterday, I'm—"

"No. Don't even bother trying to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Oh yeah? For what?"

"I kept prodding into your business. I pushed you. I didn't mean to."

Billy shrugged. "'Kay, whatever."

"So, you accept my apology?"

"Will you cry if I don't?"

"Maybe." Steve answered with a pout.

Billy smiled. Not cynically, not mischievously, just...a smile. A pretty one, at that.

"Hey, listen. You wanna, like...hang out? Grab dinner, go to the movies, whatever?"

"You buying?"

"If I buy, it's a date."

"Then no." Billy declined. "Not interested."

"Not interested in a date?" Steve paused. "Or not interested in me?"

Billy leaned in, the once cute smile turning mischievous. "What makes you think you could pull a guy like me?"

Steve leaned in, but far closer. He licked his lips and smirked. "Wishful thinking, I guess." He half shrugged. "Hoping the guy you like could be me."

Billy bit his lip, his smile widening. He pulled Steve in by his collar and kissed him.

It was chaste and no words followed, but it spoke loudly enough to answer Steve's question.

"Pick me up tomorrow at 8. And don't let on that we're like...y'know. I don't need my dad to suspect anything."

"Don't worry. It'll be our little secret."

Steve stole another chaste kiss before Billy pulled away, leaving him hoping for more.

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Steve is definitely the guy, who after finally figuring out that he likes Billy, decides oh I’ll get the gay ear piercing and show him at practice.

……………..he gets it in the straight ear and Billy is very confused as to why Harrington is so insistent that he sees a silver hoop

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Harringrove 3 challenge 15 April - 15 May

The prompt for the next Harringrove Microfic Challenge is

Green Word count: 914

Optional suggestions Song: Green tinted sixties mind by Mr. Big Character: Jason Carver

Ao3 collection

Remember that now we are opened to art too!

Let's be creative and imagine whatever you want for our baby boys. It's the color of the letterman jacket? Or the plants they have in their first apartment? Someone is green with envy? Is really not so easy being green? Be wild and make me proud! Remember to tag @harringrovemicrofic and use the tag #harringrovemicrofic and #harringrovemicrofic3!

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[harringrovemicrofic]

Welcome!

Welcome to the monthly challenge for our golden boys Billy and Steve!

Current challenge

How does it work? Each 15th of the month will have a word prompt and a automatically generated word count between 300 - 1000 words. Also we'll give optional inspiring song(s) and character(s) to help your inspiration; you don't need to use them but if you do, you'll have a virtual high five from the mod :)

You have until the next 15th to post your work and share it with us.

The prompt is mandatory but the word count has two levels of challenge: you can strictly stick to the word count or just stay under 1000 words.

I highly recommend to challenge yourself to stay in the word count, but there will no blame if you don't! Once you complete your work, you can tag @harringrovemicrofic and the monthly tag to have it reblog and share with us Harringrove lovers. Please remember to properly tag your work, rating it and highlight any possible trigger warning. We also have a Ao3 collection for every period; you can post directly in the collection but it is moderated and I'll approve the work once I check on it. How to participate

We are now open to art too! You can now participate with fics, art, playlist, any kind of art you want to use, fulfilling the prompt. As I can't really put requirements for the art, just keep in mind the nature of the challenge and try to create something specific and original for the promt, it doesn't matter if it's just a sketch or a drabble, we'll cheer your creativity. As usual, please rate and tag the works properly.

Feel free to submit all the works (writings and art) you like, and mixing events is also allowed! If you have any question, you can write to our ask or directly to @lorifragolina.

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