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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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I haven’t done one of these posts properly in a WHILE because depression innit also I have been *busy* with being a second year university student but it’s the end of the year so I thought it felt fitting.

So ummmm hi Billy/harringrove simps- I won’t try to do a roundup for the entire fandom this year because I am aware that I don’t know everything that’s gone on in the fandom for everyone and their experience as a harringrover this year- so disclaimer that these are my own personal highlights.

The harringrove fandoms response to plategate because it made me giggle

@harringrove-cafe and everything the cafe has done for this community

@harringrovezine just existing and what that means and the cause it’s ultimately going too.

@dragonflylady77 making me confident enough to put myself out there writing wise and then people going yeah actually I like this (which I fully do not understand at all)

Being able to mod for @disabledbillyandsteveweek and @harringrovemovember which were both about causes that are very close to my heart (and also being allowed to participate in @harringrove-relay-race which I also can’t quite believe like at all)

Continuing a million different aus with both @hargrove-mayfields and @shieldofiron and neither of them getting sick of us messaging every day for over a year. (Also bonding w @thatgirlwithasquid over being northern)

Meeting @adelacreations @thissortofsorcery @half-oz-eddie @ratbastardbilly @hephaestn @harringroveera @oopsiedaisiesbaby @hg-deranged-edition @jaylikesrainbowtigers @bigdumbbambieyes @gracegrove @akioukun @brightside-of-the-upsidedown @fizzigigsimmer @robthegoodfellow which is like more friends than I’ve had like ever and I’m very thankful for that

Having my own harringrove discord server! The autism cave is so fun and I’ve loved getting to know everyone on there (and watching @adelacreations stream re8 playthroughs I’ve throughly enjoyed it)

All of the fics and ficlets and art and meta and memes that have come out this year, I could never come close to naming all of them but @dacrydacrymani’s fics and @ihni’s art have been some personal favourites)

Just speaking to people who’ve been so kind to me and watching others be kind to each other on this hellsite derogatory, on discord, on ao3. I’ve been in some pretty toxic online communities in the past so this has just been a breath of fresh air and I imagine it has been for other people who are new here as well (a quick thanks to @darleenjade @passivenovember @discodeviant @ashyyboyy @chrisbitchtree @catharrington @kittyphoenix12-xx @metalscoops @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @heck-in-a-handbasket @neonponders @yikesharringrove @bowiebond for being the nicest (especially with all these random tags))

I know these posts might seem silly or trivial to other people but the connections I’ve made through doing these have been anything but, I feel that I’ve experienced the kindest this fandom has to offer, despite the bullying I’ve also experienced here in the past. I sincerely hope everyone who’s reading this goes on to have the best 2024 they could possibly have and continues to be as kind and compassionate as I know they can be both in fandom and out of it. This year has truly been a year of extreme highs and lows for me but at the risk of sounding chronically online (whatever that means) the people I’ve met here and the kindness they have shown me has been absolutely life changing and even if it is just words through a phone at the end of the day, I hope others have experienced the goodness I have through this community too and that I’m 2024 we can continue to be kind. Both to our feral rat-sons and to all the Billy’s of the world, including each other.

Happy new year- the world in which we currently live may be a complete dystopia but I hope you can continue to find joy in the funny denim/khaki wearing homoerotic rivals

#YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY #HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIE!!!

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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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omgee I got tagged in a fic tagging game by @floredaqueen YIPPEEEEEEEEEE

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

I GOT 5 BUT TWO ARE TOTAL BULLSHIT

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

I GOT 6,739 WORDS POSTED ONTO MY ACCOUNT TOTAL. 1,049 ARE BULLSHIT

3. What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY ONLY THE HARRINGROVE FANDOM/WHEN I EVENTUALLY COLLECT ENOUGH BRAINCELLS I WILL WRITE FOR MORE. BUT THIS IS ALL I CAN MANAGE TO THINK ABOUT SORRY

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. IN WHICH BASIL THINKS OF HOW DEEPLY HE LOVES (OMORI)

2. AS THE WORLD CAVES IN (OMORI)

3. THE GREAT SUNKISSED RAMBLE (OMORI)

4. LOL MY PFP FOR YOU SWEETIES

(THE TWITTER ACCOUNT THE IMAGE WAS LINKED TO HAS BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS BECAUSE I GOT MY ASS SUSPENDED)

5. God’s Very Simple and Love Shouldn’t Burn (Stranger Things) (I literally posted this today)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I LOVE COMMENTS I LOVE LOVE LOVE I RESPOND TO EVERYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVR ME COMMENTS PELA

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I posted today. God’s very simple and love doesn’t burn. YAY

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm Basil thinks about how deeply he loves? The other one is just a dream a character has lmao

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

None I can think of, no! No hate so far that is so oresome

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

my lawyers advice me not to answer this question

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. Sometimes I write crack but that’s for myself and I’ve never really posted it anywhere, only shared it among friends.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I don’t write enough for there to be anything like that lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

*taps the previous answer*

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically I partook in a huge google doc with my friends that got so ginormous it crashed some of our pcs. And also text messages with me get crayzay

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Soriku. No question.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I wil not answer this question because I am praying to god I WILL write it

16. What are your writing strengths?

Long rants about how a guy is feeling rn guys I’m so sad like you don’t understand guys strap in for the next 400 words about my despair in this maximum 1k fic

(They would have loved me in another century were I born English or German or French. Alas!)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

writing.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Ganz einfach. خۆ هەر ئەیکەم

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first thing I published was for omori OH GOD WAIT NO MY WATTPAD ERA. it’s ok guys I only posted a prologue phew

20. Favorite fic you've written?

As the world caves in. But no one understands my dark twisted mind

Suggested tags. These are super high pressure. If you don’t play the game you will die, go to hell and have your family follow. Your wife and kids are toast bro.

@intothedysphoria @thatgirlwithasquid @dragonflylady77 the curse has been passed on

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I cross posted this shit onto archive of our own dot com

My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

———

He lay across from him, fast asleep at night. Eyes fluttering gently in his sleep, off in a dream Steve would never hear about. Chest rising steadily, breaths deep and even, with the lightest hint of a snore accompanying him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he extended his hand and lightly cupped his cheek, to feel it’s warmth. Hot, as Billy usually was during his slumber.

Ever the light sleeper, Billy’s eyes instantly snapped open, mind lagging behind. When recognition flashed across his face, his eyes softened and his lips curled into the slightest smile. Steve’s heart swelled at the love he found inside them, the vulnerability he found within both assuring and terrifying. Steve knew he couldn’t really help when Billy was in trouble.

Billy murmured a sound that was probably meant to be questioning, and Steve just hushed him, trying to coax him back to sleep. Maybe curl him up into his arms so that Billy couldn’t leave. Billy just grasped his hand and held onto it, terribly, terribly gentle. Affection Steve didn’t quite deserve or earn.

With great effort, Billy’s tired mind managed to collect enough coherence to ask “’Was wrong?” and Steve cursed himself for not being able to get himself together enough to save face in front of Billy.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

“I’m just,” he began, “I don’t. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just kinda upset.” Billy’s hand tightened ever so slightly, brow twitching together in worry. He was quiet for a moment before muttering “You’re not ‘just upset.’ You never are.” he paused, looking deeply into his eyes, and Steve found it horrible that Billy knew him so intimately when he didn’t deserve someone so… well, whatever Steven is.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Billy began anew, “but you have to know I care, right? So like, I can listen to you, even if it doesn’t make sense, and only you know what you’re talkin’ about. Gotta repay the favor and everything, right?” Steve nodded, not quite trusting himself to talk. He found the way Billy looked at him unbearable; so imploring and kind. Defenceless. It’s a beauty that suited his face, really. Billy laid their hands betwixt them on the mattress, and Steve felt a lump form in his throat.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Billy’s face saddened, and he crawled closer to Steve. “Steven. Steve no, don’t say that, baby. You know you’re not stupid, we’ve talked about this before.” Steve hiccuped at that, and his first tear fell. “No, no I’m just. I can’t help but feel it. Dad’s right, I’m fuckin stupid as shit, I can’t do shit and I can’t even get college. I don’t understand things even if they’re repeated to me a thousand times and I- I can’t even-” at that, Billy just smushed Steve’s face into his chest, and held onto him tightly. “I don’t know what you’re on about. Your dads the dumbass, not you. It’s not your fault the man can’t explain things right and then gets mad at you for his own mistakes.” Billy pressed a kiss atop his head.

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

He completely, and utterly, failed him. Didn’t recognize that Billy needed help until it was far too late- his body having received permanent damage already and only awaiting it’s final blow. He should have noticed- should have realized that something was wrong, not clutched on so tightly to his and Nancy’s joke of a relationship. Should have gotten his head out of his ass and seen the reality in front him instead of being so damn hung up.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered, “baby, why are you acting this way?” His hand was petting through Steve’s hair, a thousand gentle, repeated kisses gifted like they could ease the hurt away. Steve’s head hurt from crying, the sheer force of his sobs giving him vertigo. The last time he cried that hard was a week into the future, and for this past body, it was when he was 9 years old and begging his parents to stay back home.

Eventually, Steve managed to calm back down. Belatedly he noticed that Billy had been patting his back and murmuring a lullaby. One he realized was probably among the last few remnants of his mother’s love. “Thank you,” he muttered, “for everything.” His throat was hoarse. Billy just kept singing with a slightly pained look on his face. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

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When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

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He felt himself begin to slip away, eyes unfocusing through their drought. He’d probably wake up again in a moment, beholding a sleeping Billy from the start all over again. Maybe he’d be too exhausted to keep up any facade of humanity, maybe Billy would curl into him and he’d shatter all over again. Maybe he’d just observe. Silent.

In the beginning, he’d really thought he only wanted this, this last moment with Billy, for all eternity. Now he understands that this stagnant memory was never what he truly wanted from Billy. Sure, he’d wanted one last embrace with the love of his life, not for closure, though. No, never for closure. The mere thought of it repulsed him.

No, he wanted to continue on with Billy. He’d only made a pathetic display of humility, a request born from fallacy. He wanted to wake up together, light streaming from the curtains, feel the warmth of morning. Wanted to get up and bake and make coffee and crack shitty jokes with the guy. Wanted to tangle his hand in his hair and feel disgust when it came back greasy. Wanted to live a life with the fucker.

This wasn’t a life shared together. It was anything but. It was a mockery of their love, the epitome of their shared fatal flaw. It was Billy desparate for Steve to open up, to tell him what’s wrong, and Steve’s throat closing up, locking down. It was Steve getting exhausted from asking where Billy got all his bruises from, only to be met with aggression. It was Billy being on the verge of crying when Steve still held onto the agony from his last relationship and couldn’t focus on Billy’s love.

And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

This, this situation, was sleeping with a cooling corpse. Getting lulled back into sleep every time panic ripped through his central nervous system. Being mocked with the face of his lover caring for him, when his own care wasn’t sufficient enough. By god, he should have picked Billy up long ago, thrown him onto the backseat and driven far, far away from here. To hell with everyone else.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

He sunk his fingers deeper into Billy’s, lashes fluttering lethargically. He should be grateful. Death doesn’t feel so permanent when the star of the funeral was right next to him. Most people yearned for this moment right here, no matter how grotesque.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

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My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

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He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

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When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

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And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #drabble #harringrove relay race #once more imagine they are t4t and I simply did not elaborate #this was originally supposed to be part of a larger fic btw describing Steve looping through waking up at least 2 times before this and #slowly revealing the true circumstances he was in #and he was supposed to be super lovey doves in the first part start showing cracks in the second and break in the third #but in the end I lost the internal mapping I had for that version. now we have this one #this wasn’t what I was originally gonna post btw I was gonna post art but that one struggled with me too hard. ok bye!!!#suicidal thoughts tw

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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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✨ This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨ @harringrove-relay-race

Screwdriver

S: I'm not looking to fuck right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom

S: I know it's kind of random, but can I borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?

S: I don't really know my neighbours and you're the closest person to me on Grindr

S: 😅

Billy stared at the four messages he'd received, not quite knowing what to think about them. They were from Steve, the guy he'd been messaging on Grindr for a while here and there.

It had been a kind of a mistake for Billy to even see Steve's profile. Steve had said he had been meaning to delete the whole profile since all he'd gotten through it was heartache and pain, but then had decided against it. Billy had the same kind of experience, so he'd suggested that they could just talk. And Steve had agreed.

They really didn’t know that much about each other, they talked about just casual stuff; work, TV shows and such. But Billy didn’t have anything special to do that evening, so why not. Steve seemed like a decent guy and Billy had an extensive selection of tools at home because of the Camaro he’d kept as a second car since it always needed something to be fixed.

B: Yeah why not.

B: Send me your address and I’ll bring it. BTW you should turn off the main water in case you haven’t yet.

Billy put his phone into his back pocket and went to the garage to rummage through his tools. Soon the phone blipped with a message.

S: Thanks, the water’s turned off. I’m panicking, didn’t even think of that. The address is 357 Oak Street, 3rd floor.

Billy snorted.

B: No problem. I'll be there in fifteen.

Steve didn’t actually live that far from Billy, which was surprising. Billy was sure he had never seen Steve around. Brown-haired, doe-eyed and tall men were his kryptonite. He was pretty sure he’d remember a guy looking like Steve.

He parked his truck and Steve buzzed him in.

Billy stepped out of the elevator in Steve’s floor. It wasn’t hard to know which one was Steve’s door: it was the one ajar through which he heard cursing. He walked to the door and knocked on it before opening the door wider.

“Hey, it’s Billy,” he said after he opened the door and couldn't see anyone in the corridor.

“Yeah, come in, I’m a bit busy right now,” came from somewhere behind the open door. “Shut the door.”

Billy closed the door and turned to look at the corridor opening behind the door – and almost inhaled the gum he’d been chewing, followed by a coughing fit.

Steve was on his knees on the bathroom floor, leaning under the sink into the sink cabinet – his ass high up in the air, clad in nothing but wet, green basketball shorts that were glued to his ass and his hairy legs – jesus christ how can someone be that hairy – and not leaving any other assets to imagination either.

He backed out from the cabinet, turned around and sat on the floor. “Oh good, thank fucking lord,” he let out, looking tired but clearly relieved. When he saw Billy all red from coughing, his expression turned worried. “You okay?”

Billy nodded, still trying to catch his breath, and lifted the toolbox in his hand.

Steve got up and walked to the bathroom door, looking flustered and rubbing his hands to his thighs.

For fuck's sake would you stop doing that Harrington.

Billy was half hard already from seeing that wet ass, no further sights needed.

“I wish we could’ve met under other circumstances,” Steve said, smiling awkwardly, not knowing where to place his hands, on his hips, his arms crossed, again finding their place on his hips. He pointed at the toolbox. “Uh… I needed only one...”

Think about the tools. THE TOOLS.

“There are more than one size,” Billy croaked before coughing a few last times to his sleeve. “You didn’t tell me which, so I brought all I have.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Billy asked, his brows raising.

This is turning into a porn film cliché.

Steve turned red and grimaced, trying to turn it into an awkward smile. “Like I said in the message, I panicked.”

If he curls his hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes a few times I swer I won't be able to hold it.

Billy looked Steve in the eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate to all possible horrors of mismanaging a burst water pipe or a broken tap could cause. Then his eyes fell to Steve’s chest and the dark hair, a lot of it, that was clearly visible under the wet white t-shirt and he felt himself blushing.

Act normal, act normal, act normal....

To keep his thoughts on the task, Billy set the toolbox on the floor and took off his jacket and set it on the chair that was in the corridor. “Okay, let me take a look. Is the floor wet?”

Steve shook his head as he stepped aside to let Billy into the bathroom. “Not anymore. I mopped the floor, but I just didn’t see a point in changing clothes. Didn’t want to get the rest of my wardrobe wet.”

The bathroom was small, so they brushed against each other just a little as they passed, enough for Billy to get a whif of Steve's scent. He smelt of cedar wood, hairspray and a little sweat – a winning combo, apparently, since Billy's had to hold back a whimper and lock his eyes to the sink cabinet. “You didn’t think to call a plumber?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even, as he squatted in front of the sink and looked into the cabinet to check what kind of screws he had to open.

“I did. The one I reached said that if the drain isn’t clogged and the tap isn't leaking there’s no point in me paying for the nighttime extra and that he comes to fix it first thing in the morning. But he said that I should get rid of anything that’s under the sink so that he can get to work when he arrives. So I was doing that when I realized that I didn’t even have a coin I could try to pry open the screws.”

Billy took a deep breath. “Okay, well, that’s good. Based on your messages I was afraid that you were trying to fix the pipes with the screwdriver.”

Steve snorted, amused. “Well, I might not be a handyman but even I’m not that dumb.”

Billy looked up at Steve with a smirk. “You need to take this cabinet out for the plumber?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it’s good then that I brought my whole toolbox then because not all of these won’t open with a flathead, they need a Phillips.”

“They need a what now?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

Clueless pretty thing, definitely checks the box.

Billy got up and chuckled. “I’ll take the cabinet apart for you, now that I’m here. But could I get a glass of water first? The coughing…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Steve said and left the bathroom to fetch it.

Billy was setting up the electric screwdriver when Steve returned with the glass.

Steve was still wearing the same wet clothes, because of course he was.

I want to claw those off and bury my face into that chest hair.

Steve looking down at himself all of a sudden made Billy realize that he had probably stared a bit too intensively and blushing. He downed his water quickly before handing the empty glass back to Steve.

“Uh… I’ll leave you to it,” Steve said, smirking. “I'll go change.”

Yeah, you had to point that out. What, you want me to follow instead of taking this shit apart and fuck your brains off?

Well, okay, maybe Billy wanted to do that, but that was not what they'd agreed upon. Better if he stayed on his lane, for now.

This isn't a porn film, not a porn film...

“Yeah, this shouldn’t take long,” Billy replied, not daring to look back at Steve again, and got to work.

Once he had taken the cabinet apart he put away his tools and looked into the living room where the bathroom opened to. Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop and tapping away. He was wearing eyeglasses, something Billy hadn’t seen in any of the photos Steve had shared online. They fit him, framing his face nicely. Billy's eyes wandered lower and he realized that Steve was wearing only sweatpants, his glorious chest hair all on display. There was a lot of it indeed.

I want to press my nose into that, snuggle into it, run my fingers through it, tug it when I come. He cleared his throat. “Uh, I took the cabinet apart.”

Steve looked up, smiling and put the laptop away. “Hey, that’s awesome. Thanks, man! How can I repay you?” he asked as he walked to Billy.

Do not think about it, do not think about it, DO NOT…

“Uh...” Billy managed to get out, rubbing his neck with his hand. This wasn't a fucking porn film, he reminded himself, even if a handyman came to fix something at the house and oops, only the good looking little missus is at home, wearing skimpy clothes and instead of fixing anything they end up fucking against the kitchen counter like horny bunnies. Okaaayyy, well, Steve had been wearing wet skimpy clothes that left nothing to imagination and now he was wearing even less, he was maybe also a bit clueless and…

Billy tried to keep his head in check and glued his eyes on Steve's face. “Can I take you to dinner?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and measured Billy from head to toes with a lazy gaze.

Billy felt naked.

Steve smiled. “Uh… Should I be the one doing that, though?” He was quiet for a moment and smirked. “What if I'm all out of money and you have to get your pay, are there other ways I could do that?”

Billy swallowed and turned beet red. He let out a laugh and licked his lower lip.

Steve hooked his right thumb on the waistband of his sweats, pulling it down a bit and revealing the beginning of a very hairy happy trail.

The fucker.

Billy started to unbutton his shirt. “Well... Maybe we could come to a mutual agreement about that.”

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Please look forward to the lovely, wonderful and amazing work from the next contributor @hg-deranged-edition

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The ficlet is based on this meme:

#ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL #MASTERFULLY WRITTEN #FROTHING AT THE MOUTG /WITH/ BILLY #I LOVE IT #harringrove relay race

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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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There are 2 days left until the Harringrove Relay Race is set to begin at 12 AM EST on December 22nd!

Please be sure to schedule your post if you haven't already, or be prepared to post at your designated time.

Remember, even if you don't receive a notification from the person revealing before you, (because we all know how Tumblr notifications can be sometimes) your scheduled time will not change and you have nothing to worry about. The race must go on until the very end! We can do it 😤

I can't wait to see and read all of your beautiful works~

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Having a lot of Harringrove thoughts over them being each others foils…

Now don’t get me wrong, I adore Harringrove fics where they’re polar opposites and challenge each others comfort zones and preconceived notions. But fics/headcanons where they’re seemingly opposite on the surface but actually incredibly similar people on the inside? THATS MY BREAD AND BUTTER BABE!!! (Bear in mind this post will have a lot of personal headcanons/analysis)

Just. For starters, as an icebreaker, I adore it when they both have abandonment issues. I love how a core trait of theirs makes them react in opposite ways, with Steve desperately clinging onto a person and showering them in love and Billy pushing them away and hurting them. I love how their love languages are the same, with Billy having an unhealthy relationship perceiving protection as love (eg. trying to protect his mom, and Max and Susan to some extent) and Steve doing all the crazy stunts he does to protect the kids.

I love love love how both Steve and Billy care deeply about their appearances and primp themselves up in different ways. They both have an obsession with performing masculinity the right way and pleasing a crowd of people, again in different ways but similar results. Their houses are not homes but they come from different economic backgrounds. They’re both constantly relegated to being the babysitter and they both hate it. Hell their features are polar opposites but everyone focuses on the same things for them (you’ll find a ton of shit talking about their pretty eyes and pretty lips.) They have horrible habits as crutches. They’re obsessed with whether or not they’re lovable. They both have a sapphic bff. If you want to make it weird and fucked up, theres a chance Karen was weird as hell about Steve, too.

This post is just rambling and it doesn’t capture most of my thoughts. This is because I’m trying to open up a discussion please please please please reply to this with your own thoughts and TALJ TO ME!!!

I live in a fantasy world whwre Stranger Things is good

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