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dopepoisonivyoncrack · 3 months

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Redrawn of the popular wedding photo for @nagumoan

Thank you for allowing me to draw this, I had a lot of fun! I was smiling ear to ear the whole time, you two are The Serotonin Couple for me! ❤️ Traditional art: colored pencils on 150 g/m2 paper. Sketch underneath.

#also thank you for all your support #my art #nagumoan #serotonin couple #meme redraw #maybe I should have let you do this lmao I had so many thoughts and they were gone as soon as I started typing #add tags later i guess #I do apologize for my scanners bad behavior I swear I used brown pencils

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ofthehands · 3 months

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I think the thing that endeared me to Lefty's character the quickest was how much he cared about Franklin.

The whole first movie Franklin was ignored, abandoned, and ultimately killed. Nobody treated him like he was worth the time of day, all his "friends" were annoyed with him the whole film because he was in pain, scared, and disabled, and dared to say something about it. Tons of fans were happy when he died, and Franklin's death is sudden, swift, and the most gratuitous of the movie save for maybe the Hitchhiker. In the first movie, Franklin's life and struggles and pain never felt like it mattered.

But in the second, here comes Lefty, absolutely wrecked with grief over not only Sally's fate, but Franklin's. His whole character, his arch and his motivation, is built around the idea that Franklin did matter. That what happened to Franklin was a tragedy. That Franklin was loved, and that he was worth fighting for and worth avenging and even worth dying for. When Lefty found Franklin's body he knew him right away, in the dark, after 13 years of decomposition. And the tragedy of it all brought a fast paced wild scene to a stand still- everything slowed down to show us Lefty reacting to Franklin's death, kneeling down and telling him it was alright, that he didn't need to cry anymore, that this nightmare was over.

It's just nice to see someone value Franklin, even if it's too little too late. There was no time for it to logically happen but I wish we could've seen them interact at some point.

#franklin hardesty #lefty enright #been working on the franklin essay consistently again and having franklin thoughts #i think this meant so much to be in big part because 1 i like Franklin a lot and #2 not to be too sappy sad but like im disabled and i have gotten so used to my life being seen as a tragedy #and disabled life in general being seen as worth less than that of the abled #and seeing so many damn times in movies where death is seen as escape for a disabled character #that seeing a character arch revolve around how incredibly valuable a disabled man's life was #not because of anything he could have provided but just because be was loved #gets me right in my big sappy heart #id apologize for the sappy tag rant but this is my own post lol

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eoinmcgonigal · 9 months

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Okay, now I judge this guy:

Too tortured to live, too interesting to watch interact with and fuck up the ecosystem to die.

He's like the OG fucked up guy. His issues have issues. He's fascinating to watch. He's broken in ways you didn't know a guy could be broken. Delicious.

Looks: 10/10 Tortured guy issues: 1000/10 Derangement: we're-going-to-need-a-bigger-chart/10 Unhealthy coping mechanisms: 1000/10 Other: +95729374 for everything else about him Total: he's-so-fucked-up/10

If he's your fave hot guy, well you probably just watched the show. A hundred thousand prayers for us all. We love this fucked up disaster, because he's like if someone went 'oh hey what if we take lots of fucked up shit, shove it into one guy, and dial it up to max, but he's still loveable'. If we or someone we care about has an issue, Paddy probably has that issue too. He's our guy. Our fucked up, deranged, tortured guy. He is here to bear our burdens, and to be sexy while doing it. We want him to be worse. We want him to get better. He'll do both at the same time, somehow. Very, very talented.

#sas rogue heroes #sas rogue heroes shitposts #paddy mayne #also apologies for generalising i know not everyone will love him #do NOT take these posts seriously XD #document type: disinformation #war criminal pussy got us ALL acting unwise #also jack o'connell is so fucking good #not many actors could pull this off #because yeah paddy is fucked up but he's also tender and sensitive #he's thoughtful and introspective #guarded and can be so gentle #but just doesn't fit quite right into the world he's in so that's painful #and results in him reacting the way he does #very few people get him and can really reach him #there's a little bit of paddy in so many of us #anyway the tags have stopped being silly so i will shush now #no meta ridiculousness only #judging for fun

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artificial-horizon · 2 years

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Being visibly mixed race/racially ambiguous and visibly trans/GNC is being inherently confusing and unreadable to white cis people. Like, they can tell you're sure as hell not a white man or woman but they can't decipher you beyond that; they don't know how what to do with you because they can't put you in any category.

You are both masculine and feminine, but not enough of either to fulfil the white criteria for manhood or womanhood, and regardless, brown people are gendered differently to white people anyway. You could tick off almost all the criteria for "male" features (such as, and notably, body hair) and still be read as a cis woman, because the level of masculinity white people accept in brown (perceived) women is higher than what they accept in white (perceived) women, because brownness itself is masculine to them. (Though it can be feminine and androgynous at the same time, too. Again, POC are gendered differently than white people.)

They have these set ideas of how they're meant to relate to people, set ways that they treat, let's say, white women, Black men, East Asian women, Middle Eastern men - but they can't even tell what you are, so how are they meant to treat you? How are they meant to relate to you?

I don't doubt at all that this is why I've always been ignored in public, even before transitioning; never treated as a fellow person to connect with, but an anomaly that happens to occupy the same spaces. I scare them by defying categorization, so it's better not to engage and risk upsetting their preconceived notions of gender and race. Alternatively, they will just be bigots instead, though I can tell that's hard for them too as they aren't quite sure what specific flavour of bigotry to throw at me.

[cw for following paragraph: non-graphic description of an incident of racist and transphobic harassment]

I always think back to this one time, having recently come out, when I was harassed by a white man on the bus. Seeing me in all my gender ambiguity and reading me as Black, he expressed his disgust at us Black people, at how "you can never fucking tell whether they're girls or boys". Honestly, in all my interactions with white cis people from then on, I never stopped feeling the echoes of his words.

#im venting so apologies if this is worded badly and/or some of it isnt good analysis #i have many thoughts but i'm really struggling to put them into words #also @ the last paragraph i am a mixed black person hence saying us jic that needed to be said #me writing things #racism #transphobia #mixed race #biracial #multiracial #brown and trans #trans poc #idk any tags that are about the intersection of gender and race or transness and race #also is there a term for that type of oppression anyway?#like if not there definitely should be cos POC are oppressed along gender lines in white supremacist society #and its not necessarily transphobia or homophobia or misogyny #its specifically the oppression that comes from not meeting gender standards because they are inherently based on whiteness

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blorbingqls · 1 year

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I need to talk about this. Here is a Win appreciation post because i just seem to keep falling in love with his personality more and more. We have Win as our consent king. Now let us imagine Win when Team called him at Chonburi in ep 9.

Imagine our Win, anxious and missing Team because he hadn’t called. View noticing him and adoring that, and Win asking him to be not more nosy. Team calls him; instant smile on his face, and even though VIew teases him, he still doesn’t say much anything. He picks up the call; hears Team crying; instant WORRY of why Team is crying. Team, his favourite person and whom he cares so much about, crying. I don’t know what did Team say to Win but he just said “you be there, i’ll come in 2 hours.”

Guys I checked, Bangkok to Chonburi is about 97 kms/ 60 miles. That’s far.

And our Win, so so determined to reach to his baby. To be there for him. Win, rushing to him as fast as possible via bike, in the raging storm, not caring about the weather, only about Team.

Team. a boy with trauma and comes to Win because he feels safe around him. Team, a person he cares so much for that he fears losing him. Team, the love of his life. (lets not deny this peeps, pls)

So, when he reaches there, out of breath, while its raining cats and dogs, finds Team sobbing over a gravestone, in so bad shape, he is fucking scared. Then, Team hugs Win and says “Why not me, Hia? If I had died, then everything would be better.”

And that fucking scares Win.

So much so, He says, “Its okay. I’m here now.”

Did you guys hear the fear in his voice? It reminds me of ep 6 when Win said “Don’t do this again. My heart is breaking apart.” His Team, who literally meant the world will be a better place without him; literally broke him.

Win doesn’t know anything about Team’s past; Team promised him that he will tell him everything at the right time. And then he finds him crying at his hometown, near a grave, and then saying, it would be better if he didn’t exist. That... fucking shattered him. At that moment, Win only wanted Team to be safe and sound. He wanted him to exist.

And the scene at another place in a hotel (probably). When Team said “I killed my brother, Hia.” At that moment, Win didn’t want to hear it. He wanted to be there with him. He wanted him to be safe and sound. And that for me, is a fucking milestone in Win being vulnerable about his feelings.

Right now, he was not trying to dismiss Team’s past, what he wanted was to reassure Team that his Hia Win is there with him, even if this thing might affect their friendship and relationship.

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kordbot · 1 year

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Phoenix says: "Every person who doesn't vote for Michy is getting their head smashed to pieces with a baseball bat."

Well, that's a pretty convincing argument! So why don't you keep your head in one piece and go vote for Michy Knight in the Dialtown OC Tournament if you haven't already? [GO GO GO GO VOTE MICHY VOTE MICHY VOTE MICHY] [or not. it's at 69 votes as i'm posting this so lol. Nice]

obligatory tags: @dt-oc-tournament , @ratgingi

#MICHYSWEEP !!! LET'S MAKE HER WIN THIS !!!!

#i have no fucking idea why i decided to animate this gah #its brought me much pain and many hours of fighting firealpaca to finish this but its Done #though the gif maker i used didnt agree with me and now the gif looks. Grainy #so apologies for the quality HFGDSHLFSJL #also i got lazy with the shading i know. but fuck it its a miracle i even shaded this at all #either way #MICHYSWEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO MICHY LETS GO #dialtown #dialtown oc #people's ocs #my ocs #phoenix #art tag

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bookwyrminspiration · 1 year

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i’m looking for more kotlc blogs to follow and really like yours, do you have by recommendations?

Oh, that's so sweet of you! And yes, I can recommend some blogs. This list is by no means exhaustive, and I'm sure to forget some lovely individuals, but I'll do my best!

I know a lot of us have interacted for a while or been around a while, and seeing us call each other names or refer to things that happened before you were here can make you feel like an outsider, but we're very open to new people and love to support each other! So please don't let it deter you, we'd love to have you

@theunmappedstar - this is an abandoned blog, but Nattie was a cornerstone of the fandom when he was here, and at the top of his blog you can find a whole assortment of incredible fanfictions!

@silveny-dreams - Sil's rarely active these days, but she wrote several incredible fanfictions you can find at the top of her blog. Loves Grady and Edaline, and an incredibly sweet person

@everliving-everblaze - Catherine is a well-known fanfic writer and lover of sophitz! She has some incredible works and is intimately familiar with the kotlc wiki, having been its admin for a while. Highly recommend her

@lusilver001 - Lu is an absolutely phenomenal fan-artist, creating visually stunning pieces of several of the characters. They're highly celebrated for a reason!

@fintan-pyren - Fin is a chaotic but endearing presence heavily associated with Fintan Pyren (hence the username). Lots of jokes about being Fintan, about Fintan x Dimitar, and overall fun. If you like to mess around with canon, Fin's a great follow!

@synonymroll648 - Izzy's an unbelievably talented writer, commonly associated with sokeefitz! Faer very encouraging, supportive, and hard-working, everything she produces being top-notch and worth the read!

@camelspit - Roisin's a fanartist who somehow goes above and beyond with everything he creates! With a unique and easily recognizable style, she draws everything from canon to shitposts and I highly recommend checking it all out!

@flori-doodles - With an absolutely ethereal artstyle, Florida is a staple for all your fanart wants and needs! Cannot recommend his work enough, she truly brings the characters to life

@xanadaus - Tobi is a beloved fandom member responsible for several incredible events, like the Ten Years of Keeper Event we just wrapped up! He's also got a myriad of other talents to keep an eye out for on his blog

@gay-otlc - S is your go to for a bunch of queer, chaotic keeper content. He's well-known for throwing canon out the window in favor of making everything gay, which has endeared him to the fandom

There are so many other incredible people in the kotlc fandom here, so if I haven't listed you that's not because I don't love your blogs!! I'm sure I've forgotten multiple talented individuals. By following or checking out many of these people, you'll notice them interacting with others regularly and can discover more of us that way. Or, if you'd like, I can do another sweep and expand the list!

I encourage anyone who sees this to reblog it with further suggestions, which 100% includes yourself if I haven't mentioned you! I hope this gives you a good start, Nonsie! And welcome to the kotlc side of tumblr, we're thrilled to have you :)

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fandom #quil's queries #nonsie #mutuals if I haven't included you it's not intentional!#so I 100% mean it when I say suggest yourself #also if I did mention you I stole pronouns from bios. my apologies if I've used any incorrectly. it's unintentional #but here's a list!#there's many incredible people #if you look through the tag you'll see a lot of us!

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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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i swear i’m going to make a blog that just reblogs fics that don’t match their tags. like x reader fics that include blushing, and being picked up. fics in the plus size!reader tag that aren’t at all a plus sized reader, because i’m about to go nuts, i am. tags are meant to sort stuff! so stop putting your stuff in the wrong folders!!!!!

#i’m agitated #and sleep deprived #i apologize #but how many times do we have to ask people just be considerate #there are so many tags for you to use if you want to get exposure regarding your fic #you do not need to use the ones that people use to sort out the constant skinny white readers #it’s literally #and i mean this in the most nutral way #it’s triggering

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