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trans4trans · 1 month

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i brought this up to my wife, who is a trans woman and told me i should post this, but speaking as a tme trans man, i do feel like majority of tmes on this side of tumblr don’t actually take the time to think about how they can and often do wield transmisogyny on this site. like yeah we have those tmes on here who have “terfs dni” in their bio and think saying queer is a slur means you’re a terf but there’s tmes on here who know better than that and understand the tme/tma labels and understand that “transandrophobia” is just men’s rights activist bullshit that trans men use to be transmisogynistic but still haven’t really taken the time to think about their own actions and how they’ve engaged in harassment campaigns against trans women or how they continue to engage in harassment campaigns. many don’t even know how to recognize transmisogynistic language in posts spread around on here.

what i’ve noticed from being in these spaces (and what many trans women have already pointed out) is that there’s this sort of performance going on of being supportive of trans women and loving trans women that’s expressed through reblogging simple but transfem positive posts, for example, the one about making it easier for trans women, but in reality there is a tendency to be extremely selective about which trans women these tmes want to “make it easier” for. i said this in a previous post already, but a lot of tmes will reblog a post saying it should be easier for trans women and then the next day make it harder for them by participating in a harassment campaign against a trans woman. i’ve seen many of them reblog that post of transfeminist readings but perpetuate the exact behaviors listed out in one of the readings titled the abuser’s guide to transmisogyny (aka “how to cancel a trans girl”) by wyatt fractal starlight (please read it if you haven’t already, and please check out that list from @/molsno), which leads me to believe that many just hit reblog and did not actually take the time to read what was shared.

to me it seems like many really don’t care about understanding transmisogyny beyond a surface level, most definitely because as tmes we’re not affected by it. but even though we’re not affected by transmisogyny, that shouldn’t make us less concerned about learning more about it and our privilege as tmes. we owe trans women so much support and we talk about supporting trans women but this behavior continues to be prevalent and its just extremely frustrating and tiring to see again and again.

#disclaimer: i am not perfect by any means but i am actively working towards expanding my understanding of transmisogyny and transfeminism #and how transmisogyny is wielded in online spaces. i am not free from criticism though #transmisogyny #also if theres any mistakes within this post please do lmk. nervously hits post #this one is okay to rb but if i notice any tmes acting up i’ll turn off rbs

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familyofpaladins · 11 months

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was thinking about all the animated movies I watched as a kid, and how most movies people talk about belong to Disney. But theres many that I watched all the time and loved that belong to different studios, and now I'm wondering what everyone's feelings are for some of my fav's

*Any early barbie movie can count here as well (early Barbie: Nutcracker, Swan Lake, Princess and the pauper, Fairytopia, 12 dancing princesses, and magic of the pegasus)

#Hopefully putting spirit wasnt a mistake and that it doesnt sweep everything else out of the park lol #But I think it will be okay because theres other big favs of land befor time and Anastasia and ice age to compete with it #Man idk which one I'm gonna vote for myself lol #Polls #Animated movies #non disney #quest for camelot #spirit stallion of the cimarron #The Land before time #All dogs go to heaven #Swan princess #anastasia #Balto #barbie as rapunzel #Barbie animated movies #Ice age

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r0b0t1me · 2 years

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You’re in for quite a disappointment.

ft. the worst possible way i couldve lipsynched this. i have no idea what im doing (all of the mouths are one object and i forgot i can parent things so i manually moved/rotated the whole thing when i needed a certain mouth........)

#my animation #my art #blender #the stanley parable #this took likeehhh hm.#roughly 10 hours total on and off?#my workflow is garbage #ALSO #THERES ONE BIG MISTAKE IF YOU SEE IT IGNORE IT #also also the lipsynch is a bit shit i know i know im a lazy bitch okay #this was a big experiment for me and im 75% happy with it i think

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everlastiingiimmortals · 22 days

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wishlist — is it weird that i want someone to be rude to Jing Yuan? i want someone to try to provoke him, not through threats to him or his loved one but insults, derogatory assumptions slung his way, comments on his appearance or his demeanor or his behavior. i want someone to drastically underestimate him, and maybe not even realize how grossly incorrect they are in their assessment of him — because that's canon. whether it's because they don't really know a part of him, or all of him, or because he's no longer the person they once thought they knew, i want that conflict. i want that misunderstanding. it doesn't even have to be significant or particularly hurtful, but i want to showcase his tolerance and the way he looks at you so evenly, that in the silence following your words you realize you made yourself an ass for assuming. assuming what? anything. relationships, habits, personality, his pacifism as a general, truly anything that could be found or misunderstood to be a fault simply because you don't know him is on the table, but you cannot apologize because before you can even say sorry he's brushing off your words like he's heard it tens of thousands of times.

#//wishing star; (WISHLIST)#this is a tall order because im not asking for enemies #i'm asking for friendly/neutral/etc muses to fuck up in their understanding of him #and in that mistake make a gross error #what i want is the /judgement/ flung his way as it is in canon because truly nobody really understands the depth of jing yuan's life #not even his son #i want someone to assume this man has never had a lover in his life and receive no answer in response and just regret what left their mouth #i want someone to comment on his size or how much he sleeps and assume that he really is just slacking off because he will not correct them #BE PROBLEMATIC TOWARDS HIM!! I PROMISE IT IS OKAY #THE WHOLE POINT OF HIS CHARACTER IS HOW MUCH DOGSHIT HE'S WEATHERED OUT OF SHEER LOVE AND MF WILL NOT STOP NOW BC #THOSE UNDERESTIMATIONS SERVE HIM SO WELL #honestly u dont even gotta be /problematic/ because theres so much of him that could be very innocently misunderstood #pls just gimme those kinds of conflicts pls pls pls pls YALL LOVE HIM TOO MUCH

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tar-thelien · 8 months

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GUESS WHO JUST WROTE A WHOLE VERSE IN QUENYA FOR A DRAWING BECAUSE THEY WERE BORED!!!!!!!!

I´m done. I´m done. Never again shall I touch that language!

#okay im supper proud yes i know theres a lot of mistakes but im proud of myself #ill have it out in an hour or so on my art blog with the drawing

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silentalltheseyearsnomore · 8 months

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In and out of constant crisis... to be expected. Its brutal. SO brutal.

There's a line though, where it is either pain being released and parts processing.. or just retraumatising. And the difference between what makes it one or the other can be so small! And usually to do with if we feel alone or not, connected to S or not, allowed to reach out or not.

Yet we are seeing we survive each time? And it passes. Same with S... we reconnect each time. She doesn't leave.

Today we made a huge leap! An email she sent landed badly. A part wrote a reply, not meanly at all (we never do that and are proud of our ability to communicate these days), but saying how it felt and how upset. But we didn't send... because we knew it wouldn't help. Its how they felt and it was real and valid. But she'd likely feel more defeated and stressed, then we'd feel more disconnected, and the same old cycle. (Also, we figured even IF it was intended how it felt.. we no longer beg for people to understand or care, and that has to be true for her too.) So we didn't send, and instead chose to trust our overall relationship instead of these moments and details.. and just turn up today as unguarded as humanly possible. Which was still hugely guarded lol.

It was SO hard to do. But I am so proud of us. And it went so well. It allowed us both to connect so much quicker and easier and see we are on the same side. We didn't hug her straight away like normal and just hid ourselves not looking at her, but as she started talking and we could hear there weren't bad intentions, we managed to lift a finger up and she reached for it and held our hand. And we were SO proud of us in that moment. It doesn't seem big. But for us it is huge. To be able to reach for connection without going through every detail of what hurt, ask a lot of questions, pick it all through, stay in defense... instead we just listened to how it felt right in that moment. And it allowed us to connect quicker. We made a new choice and it paid off.

She made a comment about us seeming to not want to be there, possibly hating her (kind of jokingly) and we realised that's how it may seem.. like to us it is OBVIOUS we never hate her, always want her. But then to her it is obvious how much she cares etc, and that doesn't mean we always see it. It softened so many protective parts and we looked up and we both smiled and we said of course we don't. It's just all painful. But the pain isn't from her, it's everything before her. And then cuddled in to her. It was so simple in that moment. We are on the same side.

And the whole session was so connecting and simple. Despite the fact we never talked through what happened earlier in the week really.. and despite it being one of the last sessions. It was just simple. The ending of therapy is terrifying but also helping us let go of details and see the big picture. She's SO on our side. We aren't on opposite sides. She's fighting a whole system for us. She's paying for her specialised supervisor she got just for us, even after we arent a client, to help us both through this transition and to help us fight the system as she's a very high up contact. She is thinking everything about this transition through so she doesnt rush things or make mistakes others did. She cares so much. So yeah, she's not perfect, she misses the mark, and she can't be everything we wish she could. But she is a human who wants us in her life and cares deeply and is fighting to get us the right support. We can get lost in all the pain or we can look at how lucky we are to have her.

#s #pls let us remember this #pleaseee can we all stay in this reality more #but honestly! choosing to not pick apart hurts and know that the intentions werent harmful.... so BIG #ofc theres a balance because we cant just let people harm us from good intentions #like k #but looking at the big picture and seeing what really matters #the big picture with k was a lot of harm amongst the love for example #the big picture with s is so much support and care and some mistakes and hurt because we are both human #we could spend the times we have with her pulling apart those mistakes or missings #or we could spend the time feeling connected #like i know its not that simple lol #we never felt we had a choice before #but right now we do!!!!!!#we saw the choice and made it and it was so much better #we need as much comfort and connection and joy as possible right now #and that means maybe just letting some things go #maybe its okay to let mistakes and missings go in safe relationships #maybe shes not going anywhere so if we feel the need to bring something up down the line we can #!!!!#maybe theres no urgency #maybe we can let things go and see how it feels #and if they cant be fully let go we can bring it up at another time #because maybe there is time and space and ????#wild

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prettyboylikeyou · 2 years

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summer’s in the air and baby, heaven’s in your eyes

Harringrove Week Day 6!

Prompt: Hawkins Community Pool Shuts Down for the Day

3k (read on ao3)

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It’s summer, which means Billy spends the night at Steve’s more often than not. Like clockwork, Neil will pass out at 11pm and Billy is promptly climbing out of his bedroom window and hopping into the Camaro. He parks three houses down from the Harrington’s, and quietly makes his way to their front door, waiting for Steve to come retrieve him.

Most days, his parents are home and he has to tip toe down, softly unlocking the door for them to sneak back up to his room together. They spend those nights quietly tangled together with hushed whispers and gentle kisses. They love how intimate it is, though neither of them were willing to admit it for quite some time.

Sometimes they manage to exchange hasty hand jobs, or even the occasional muffled blow job. It's secretive and riveting and even scary at times; they never know when they might be too loud and end up almost getting caught. Steve knows Billy secretly loves the thrill of the risk.

Other nights, however, Steve has the house all to himself, his parents long gone on some holier-than-thou business trip. Those are the nights that they can get lost in their own little world for a while.

Billy’ll bring his stash and they’ll smoke for a bit, until they’re both feeling hazy and loose. They’ll kiss sloppily, they’ll fuck wherever they want, they’ll go skinny dipping in the pool at 2am. Sometimes they’ll dance in the kitchen to whatever record Billy deems the least painful to listen to of Steve’s collection. Sometimes they’ll pour glasses of Mr. Harrington’s bourbon and simply sip it like they’re fucking 40 years old, and not some irresponsible teens who will chug anything within a ten mile radius.

Those are the best nights. Last night was one of those nights.

Billy had shown up with the joint already rolled and they shared long drags of it, shotgunning the last hit between their lips. He picked out INXS’ “The Swing”, and Michael Hutchence’s voice was spilling through the speakers of the record player, pouring out into the living room. They played an enthralling game of strip darts until they were both down to their underwear.

Nobody won. Billy derailed it by sprinting out into the night and diving head first into the swimming pool, Steve following not far behind. They kissed languidly for ages, Steve pressed up against the rough concrete edge.

They finished the night off with shower blowjobs and once they were raveled together in Steve’s sheets, Billy fucked into him slowly, still coming down off the relaxed high.

And now, here Steve is, waking up to see the sun pooling into his room, through the cracks of his curtains. Rays enveloping Billy’s naked torso, uncovered by Steve’s duvet.

Steve loves it when he wakes up before Billy. He loves to sit up and just take him all in, drink in the peaceful sight of him. His tousled curls, his pillowy pink lips, the curves of his body underneath the sheets. Watches the way his golden tanned chest moves up and down, with every soft breath he takes. He never thought it was possible to even get so tan in Indiana.

“I can feel you looking at me, weirdo,” Billy mumbles, voice still full with sleep.

Steve laughs and slips back into the covers, pulling them up all the way up to their necks.

“I’m not a weirdo, you’re just– you’re just pretty,” he shrugs, the duvet crinkling up with the movement of his shoulders.

“You flatter me, Stevie.”

Steve plants a kiss on his nose and Billy nuzzles his face into the crook of Steve’s neck, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in tighter.

Steve rests his head atop Billy’s, closing his eyes again for a few minutes, relishing in the sweet moment of their quaint morning.

Billy pulls his head back and looks up at Steve through his dark lashes. He stretches his neck up to reach Steve’s lips with his own, connecting them together like perfect puzzle pieces.

Steve leans down into it and reaches his hand up to the cup the back of Billy’s head, deepening the kiss. He gathers a handful of Billy’s hair and tugs lightly, emitting a startled but satisfied noise from the back of his throat.

Billy pulls back with a chuckle.

“God, we’re fucking gross,” he says, “Swapping spit before we even brush our teeth.”

“Is it bad that I don’t care? Would do it all day if I could,” Steve sighs, contentedly.

“Who says we can’t?”

“Uh, your job maybe? Don’t you have to be off yelling at kids and saving drowning 80 year olds in like,” Steve glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table, “an hour?”

“Nope,” Billy pops the “p”, “Told them I couldn’t come in today. Knew that without your parents here we’d have one hell of a night, and I wouldn’t be able to leave your side even if I wanted to,” Billy spoke lowly and smirked.

“Fuck, you’re the best.”

“Don’t I know it. Gonna spend all day here, can’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Would never dream of it,” Steve shifts down the bed a little, so he’s face to face with Billy and plants another sweet kiss on him.

It’s Billy who deepens the kiss this time, enthusiastically pulling him in for another one and automatically slipping his tongue between Steve’s lips. He throws an arm around Steve’s neck, pulling him in even tighter. Steve’s hand finds it’s way back into Billy’s hair, and it stays there, mussing it up even more. Their pace quickens as they try to create any kind of friction, doing their best to grind into each other in their awkward position on Steve’s bed.

Billy slots his leg in between Steve’s then, groaning at the welcome feel of his hard on and stroking his own stiffness into Steve’s hip, hissing at the contact.

“Fuck, Billy,”

“Yeah, baby?” he moves the hand that was around his neck to slide it up Steve’s side, stopping just short of his pecs, ghosting a thumb over Steve’s nipple, “What is it, what do you want?”

“Just— god, just— you, want you.”

“I’m all yours, babe.”

Billy flips them around so he’s on his back and brings Steve with him, his legs perfectly enclosing Billy’s waist. His ass is resting perfectly over Billy’s dick and he’s being a tease, grinding down, swiveling his hips ever so delicately. Soft whines are escaping his mouth every so often, every time the cleft of his ass rolls perfectly over Billy’s length.

“Wanna ride me, pretty boy?” Billy licks his lips, eyes dark with want.

“Fuck— yes, please,” Steve moans breathily, already so hard and so turned on from just the mere minutes of foreplay. He didn’t care though, he could feel Billy from underneath him and could tell he was just as worked up over this.

“C’mere, baby,” Billy hauls him down, bringing their lips together again, forming a breathy kiss. It’s hot and intense and Steve flushes, thinking about what’s still yet to come..

He grinds down even harder, sliding their dicks together through the fabric, now that he’s horizontal with Billy.

A low groan pours out of Billy and he clasps his hands around Steve’s waist, lowering them until he gets two handfuls of his asscheeks. Steve exhales a matching groan to that of Billy’s, sliding their tongues together wetly and snaking a hand down Billy’s torso, slipping his fingers just below the waistband of his briefs.

A sudden pounding on Steve’s front door startles him and he breaks away, practically jumping out of his own skin.

“Jesus, who the fuck is that?”

Billy just pulls him back down and keeps grinding up, desperately searching for that friction they lost.

“Who cares, fuck, probably just some crazy religious people going door to door,” he presses a trail of quick hot kisses up Steve’s neck.

The banging continues, but this time it’s accompanied by muffled shouting.

“Steve, I know you’re home! Open up, it’s me!”

Steve separates from Billy once again, sitting back so he’s resting on his heels and sighs, the mood officially ruined.

“Fucking Dustin,” he groans.

“I know how to pick locks, Steve! If you’re not down here in thirty seconds, I’ll just resort to that!”

Steve’s eyes widen as he starts to scramble off of Billy. Billy doesn’t move, just rolls his eyes and whines at the sudden loss of contact.

“C’mon, he’s bluffing,” he tries convincing Steve.

“It’s Dustin. He’s unfortunately, very much so, not bluffing.”

“Fifteen seconds!” they hear.

Billy becomes just as frantic as Steve then.

“Shit.”

They both start clambering, hopping up off the bed, knocking limbs and tripping over each other on the way.

“What do I do? Hide? Climb out your window?” Billy whispers in a panic.

Steve, still rushing to throw on some shorts and a t-shirt pauses and puts his hands on Billy’s shoulders.

“No no, it’s okay, it’s all good. You just stay here, I’m sure it’s nothing and he’ll be gone in like, less than five minutes. He just has a flair for the dramatic.”

Another call comes from downstairs.

“Alright! Getting my trusty bobby pin out!”

Billy’s eyes go wide as he searches for anything to throw on, just in case, and a moment of realization hits him.

“Shit, Steve, hurry! All of our clothes are still down there, just strewn all over the living room!”

Steve curses under his breath and dashes out his bedroom door.

“Alright, alright, Dustin, I’m coming! Put the bobby pin away!” he yells as he runs down the stairs, rushing to the living room and trying to find all the haphazardly discarded clothes.

“Nope, too late! You probably got like, ten seconds before I get this thing unlocked!”

Steve can hear the sound of the bobby pin in the lock, quietly clinking away. He hurriedly picks up the last of what he can find and shoves the pile of clothes behind the laundry room door. If anything, there may just be a random sock here or there.

He smooths his hair out in an effort to look less panicked and frankly, less debauched, hoping Dustin’s still too innocent to catch onto what may have been happening less than one minute ago.

He’s just about to twist the lock when the door comes flying open, Dustin’s efforts clearly paying off.

And as soon as it swings open, he’s trudging through to the kitchen, leading the rest of the party with him, much to Steve’s surprise. He’s still clearly worked up about something, god knows what; none of the other kids seem nearly as agitated as him.

“Hottest day in Hawkins– 95 degrees! And of course, of course, some goddamn ankle-biter goes and takes a dump in the pool,” he heaves.

“First of all, language,” Steve looks at him pointedly, “Second, ankle-biter? Harsh, dude. And third, what exactly are you talking about and why are you here?” .

“The pool is closed for the day,” Dustin flails his arms out, “Maybe tomorrow too. Maybe even longer! Who knows! Who knows how long it takes to clean and disinfect a pool after having human feces in it! Human feces, Steve!”

Steve grimaces.

“Eugh, gross.”

“He’s just all worked up because it means he can’t ogle at all the high school girls,” Lucas chimes in, bumping his shoulder, “Like, I tried telling him that it actually worked out in our favor, because now we can have a private pool party all to ourselves. It’s way cooler than the community pool.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you guys haven’t even officially asked if it’s okay to use my pool. You just barge in here and expect free reign of it? How do you even know I’ll say yes?” Steve crosses his arms.

“First of all, I feel like it’s a little unfair to call it “barging in”. I gave you a fair enough warning and you said it yourself, you were on the way to answer the door! I just happened to reach the destination before you!” Dustin starts.

“Yeah, I was going to answer it after you threatened to just pick the lock anyway! And then successfully did!” Steve retorts.

“Whatever, and anyway, you’re you. In what world do you say no to us? Also, Lucas, for your information, I only have eyes for Suzie, duh. I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to get back in that water after knowing there’s been shit in it!” he shudders, “That stuff is nightmare fuel.”

Billy abruptly comes bounding down the stairs then, clad in one of Steve’s t-shirts and an old pair of his sweatpants, seemingly not at all bothered by the fact that everyone now knows he’s just been chilling in the Harrington residence.

He’s already flashing his signature smirk as Steve whips his head around and meets his eyes, hoping that the look he’s shooting him conveys, “Dude, are you crazy?! How are we supposed to explain our way out of this one?”

But he’s just met with that damn smirk as he carelessly continues on into the kitchen, planting himself right next to Steve.

“Trust me kid, that’s not the first time some kid’s shit in the pool, and it won’t be the last.”

“Billy? What the hell are you doing here?” Max pipes up, confusion written all over her face.

“Did you forget that Steve and I are pals now? Buddies? Amigos?” Billy asks, pointing between the two, “Can’t a guy hang with his amigo?”

“Well yeah, it’s just, I don’t know. Just, still a little weird seeing you two not wanna rip each other’s faces off, I guess,” she replies.

“Yeah, like, knowing you guys are civil with each other versus actually witnessing you hang out and be all buddy buddy together are two very different pills to swallow,” Lucas adds.

“Right? Like I honestly never thought I’d see the day—”

Dustin let’s out a dramatic sigh, “You guys, honestly, I know that of all people, I should be the most shocked and willing to analyze this newfound friendship between Steve and Billy, I get that. But please, can we just get in the pool already!” he groans, “I was supposed to be chlorine soaked and well on my way to a sun burn half an hour ago!”

“Alright, alright, I guess I will officially give you permission to have your little pool party,” Steve surrenders, “You guys go ahead, Billy and I will be way nicer than you all deserve and prepare some snacks and drinks. We’ll meet you out there in a bit.”

A sea of “thank you’s” are thrown Steve’s way as they all run for the back door. Steve even manages to shout out a hasty, “Make sure nobody drowns! And don’t forget to wear sunscreen!”

Will is the last of them to run out and nods at him.

“Got it, Steve!” he yells and swiftly slides the door shut behind him.

Steve turns to Billy with a soft smile and sighs.

“So,” he looks at him hopefully, “ready to play lifeguard on your day off then?”

Billy laughs lightly and crowds Steve to the corner of the counter. Steve hops up onto it and opens his legs for Billy to stand in between them. He places his hands on Steve’s waist as Steve crosses his arms over his shoulders and leans in to kiss him slow and sweet. When Billy pulls away he’s mirroring the same soft smile as Steve.

“Oh, Harrington,” he sighs, “You and your soft spot for those kids,” he tsks playfully.

Steve laughs and retracts his arms to put his face in his hands.

“I know, I know! Dustin was right, I really can never say no to them,” he musters up the best exaggerated pout he can.

“That’s okay,” Billy smacks a chaste kiss to Steve’s cheek, “That’s what I like about ya, you’re sweet. And besides,” he lowers his voice presses another slower, more fervent kiss to Steve’s lips, “I didn’t bring any trunks with me, which means I’ll have to borrow a pair of yours, right?”

His waggles his eyebrows and his tongue teases the edge of his lips as he adjusts himself in the sweats hanging low on his hips.

“Shit, Stevie, just the thought of that will leave me wired for days. You don’t even know how much it turns me on,” his breath is hot on Steve’s neck.

Steve gives him a slow once over and his eyes linger on his groin.

“Billy, baby, I think it’s pretty obvious how much it turns you on.”

“Yeah?” Billy crowds Steve’s space again a nudges his face into his neck, licking a hot stripe up to his ear, “Whatcha gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“Jesus, Billy, the kids are right outside!” Steve replies in a rushed whisper.

“Yeah, and? Your bedrooms right upstairs,” he raises his brows, “Think we can manage to jerk each other off quick enough to not raise any suspicions?”

“You’re going to be the death of me,”

“Is that a yes?”

Steve sighs, exasperated.

“If they ask what took so long, I’ll just say you started a food fight.”

“Always pinning me under the bus Harrington, damn.”

“Oh my god, just shut up and get upstairs before I change my mind.”

Billy scoffs.

“Please, like you ever would.”

Nonetheless, he hastily turns around and basically skips up the stairs, taking them two at a time, practically giggling the entire way to Steve’s bedroom.

And later, when they’re back in the kitchen cutting up a watermelon, Steve is only half surprised when Billy actually does end up starting a food fight.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eeee!!!!!! yall im so scared and nervyyyy #okay okay so apologies for any and all grammar mistakes!!!!#im not a big grammar girlie!!! i love excessive use of commas and idcccc!!!!!#okay other than that i hope its good idk i hope yall like it #[insert crying emojis bc im not on mobile]#i prob did miss some editing errors so ill prob eventually go back and fix them sdfjfn #also yes im posting it on my ao3 anonymously skfdkdfb #or at least i hope it worked and is anonymous #OKAY ANYWAY PLS ENJOY I HOPE U ENJOY I FEEL LIKE THERES STILL SO MANY DISCLAIMERS IM FORGETTING #<3333 xxx all the love #oh & idk why on ao3 the tag for ‘just guys bein dudes’ is like ??? all caps????

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