My first thingy for @billyhargrovebingo! Square A3, "Back Alley Fight" :p
(Also, I'm supposed to put a rating to this also so ... um, I guess M for Mature since it can certaintly be interpreted as the boys having just done some ... mature things.)

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My first thingy for @billyhargrovebingo! Square A3, "Back Alley Fight" :p
(Also, I'm supposed to put a rating to this also so ... um, I guess M for Mature since it can certaintly be interpreted as the boys having just done some ... mature things.)
Tried out a new style last night. Hopefully I can do it again xD
For @dragonflylady77 who mentioned Billy's reaction to Steve's hairy chest ...
(We all know that Steve being hairy and shirtless would have been enough for Billy to claw his way out of the Upside Down ...)
Inspiration from this post by @stranger-rants ... Sorry but I couldn't NOT draw that, come on, he deserves all the love that little kids can give him!
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answer these questions, then tag people you want to get to know better.
tagged by @witchsickness my beloved đ»đŠ
3 ships: Even though Iâve not been super active on here, Harringrove has still almost entirely filled my heart and left barely any room for anything else but, yâknow, I also kinda have a soft spot for those scientist from Pacific Rim who argue like an old married couple. Also Brotzly (Dirk/Todd from Dirk Gently). That always got me.Â
first ship: Oooh weâre back in the Livejournal days now! The first ship I remember getting VERY into was Desmond/Daniel from LOST. He was his constant!
last movie: Glass Onion. I liked it. It was fun! And I finally understand some memes.
last song: If weâre not counting the awesome Guardians of the Galaxy dance workout I did, which gives me I Want You Back by the Jackson 5 (Ihni and Callie know EXACTLY what I mean) then, uh, Spotify says Half Life by Djo.
currently watching: Grand Designs is on in the background, but the last thing I paid attention to was Traitors Australia (which, yeah, Iâm not proud of it...)
currently reading: Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster by Svetlana Alexievich. Not an easy read. But a fascinating one. currently consuming: Just finished up some lemony gnocchi with spring greens!Â
currently craving: Oddly enough, some tap water with, like, a TON of different shaped ice to crunch and annoy whoever is around. Tagging (my usual crew): @ihni, @passivenovember @callieb (seeing as I mentioned you!), @mourntheantagonist but no pressure obviously!Â
Flip Reverse It 2023 Prompt List
Monday 27th March
Fluff:Â Stargazing Angst:Â Pushing them away (for their own good) NSFW:Â Hair-pulling SFW:Â School project Trope Subversion:Â Friends to lovers
Tuesday 28th March
Fluff:Â Holding hands Angst:Â Â âLeave me aloneâ NSFW:Â Â Stripping SFW:Â Friendly competition Trope Subversion:Â Â Unrequited love
Wednesday 29th March
Fluff:Â Sharing clothes Angst:Â Betrayal NSFW:Â Â Caught in the act SFW:Â Soulmates Trope Subversion:Â Love triangle
Thursday 30th March
Fluff:Â Â Cuddles and snuggles Angst:Â Â âDonât touch meâ NSFW:Â Â Role playing SFW:Â Â Long distance relationship Trope Subversion:Â Bedsharing
Friday 31st March
Fluff:Â Height difference Angst:Â Â Last kiss NSFW:Â Biting SFW:Â Â Caught in the rain Trope Subversion:Â Â Meet-cute
Saturday 1st April
Fluff:Â Â Picnics and kite-flying Angst:Â Â Left behind NSFW:Â Â Marking SFW:Â Coffee shop AU Trope Subversion:Â Â Fake dating
Sunday 2nd April
Fluff:Â Â Forehead kisses Angst:Â âItâs too lateâ NSFW:Â Trying a new position SFW:Â Â College roommates Trope Subversion:Â Â Amnesia
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SFW prompts should be NSFWâŠ.
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Merry Christmas to you all! Thank you for being awesome <3
(and omg Billy got a puppy! JUST what he's always wanted!)
I went on a train ride yesterday and had this image stuck in my head for the duration of it.
some catboy steves for @shewritesdirty and @cherrydreamer đđ±đ
Been thinking about Teacher!Steve in the 90s who confiscates an annoyingly beepy Tamagotchi from one of his kids, and is very serious when he reminds them of the rule- Not to be returned until home time. No exceptions.
Only for the kid to give him the biggest puppy-dog eyes ever, and say, "Please, Mr. Harrington, you can't let him die! Please!"
And, yeah OK, Steve's not exactly a hardass- no matter what his teacher stare might have you believe- and this kid really does seem worried. So Steve promises that he'll do his best and, after a quick tutorial from a whole gaggle of eager middle schoolers, Steve finds himself settling down on his lunch break and ignoring his marking to take care of this odd little egg instead.
And you know he gets attached. It's just a dumb little game really, but Steve is oddly charmed by it and, true to his word, he keeps that bunch of pixels alive and happy until he can be reunited with his relieved owner at the end of the day.
And if Steve just so happens to pass a toy shop on the way home? And pick up a little annoyingly beepy egg of his very own? Well he's a grown-ass adult and he can do what the hell he likes with his money, thank you very much!*
*That's his exact reply to Billy when their post-dinner couch cuddle is disturbed by a shrill beep, and Billy's eyebrows practically disappear into his curls when he spots the new addition to their household.
âyou going out?â
harringtonâs hands falter mid-pomading. âsomething came up,â he tells mirror-billy, sprawled on the mirror-couch. then he half-shrugs, half-smiles. his half-assed apology, which is a half more than billyâs owed. thereâs nothing there to apologize about. thereâsânothing there.
billy hums, tasting bile all the way down. some days he thinks thatâs all he is, this acid-want eating away at his insides, corroding his organs. he drank the poison years ago, seventeen and heartbreak-ripe, and now thereâs nothing left to do but wait. harrington smiles at mirror-him, and billy feels it coursing through his veins, doing its job.
âwhatâs her name?â
in the mirror, harrington hums questioningly.
âthe something,â billy clarifies, âthat came up.â
harrington scoffs, elated. oh, how he loves his trophies. how he loves his triumphs. âriley. old flame. sheâs back in town for a couple nights and figured she could hit me up.â
billy gracefully decides not to point out rileyâs back-in-town translates to their never-left. wonât do anyone any good, anyway. where harrington goes, billy follows. the swamp harringtonâs chosen to stagnate in is big enough for two.
âthought nance was coming over tonight.â
mirror-harrington frowns. âwhy wouldnât she be?â
âyouâll be back on time?â
harrington does turn around them, features finally in the right order. âbilly,â he drawls, with the exasperated patience of someone tasked to explain the birds and the bees to a toddler, âsheâs up at the red roof inn, man. iâm not coming back tonight.â
âand what am i supposed to tell your girlfriend? or do with her, for that matter.â
âyouâll figure it out.â
billy grabs fistfuls of harringtonâs fancy throw, fabric bunched inside his palms. itâs coarser than youâd think for a, quoting harrington, 25.000-rubs cover. billyâs never an idea what that means, or the will to ask.
âi canât waste an evening spinning tales for you, asshole. maybe iâve got plans too.â
harrington gives him his signature come on glare, and billy wishes he would turn back around. mirror-him was reflected all-wrong, easier to deal with. âyou donât, though.â thereâs a tightness around harringtonâs mouth, meaning the matterâs already closed for him. âand itâs just one night, okay? rileyâll be gone by friday and nancy will never know. no harm, no foul.â
he steps closer, stopping only when his shins bump against the couch. billy, for a second there, forgets to breathe. squirms in his seat when harrington catches the lapels of his shirt between two fingers.
âthis new?â
billy tries to tell him new clothes donât just happen regularly to people whose last name isnât on half the buildings of this town, but heâs too busy batting harringtonâs hands away. someday itâs bound to work, he figures, pushing back, but for now his fingers end up wrapped around harringtonâs wrists instead, supporting more than chasing away.
âcâmon, off,â harrington murmurs, first slotted button already undone, which, in billyâs case, always means the third. on his demure days. you canât blame a guy for trying.
âwhatââ billy tries, but his loose grip means surrender, always has. ever since seventeen. harrington keeps going, undoing billyâs shirt. undoing billy. ever since seventeen, and counting. the last buttonâs thumbed open.
âgive,â harrington says, and then, of course, doesnât wait. pushes the shirt all the way off, fingers grazing the curve of billyâs shoulderbones. heâs grabbed it before it falls against the couch, shrugs it on while c-curved and towering over billy.
âi was wearing this,â billy saysâsays, not whinesâbut harringtonâs back in front of his precious mirror, making love to himself.
âyouâre not going out tonight,â harrington points out, smoothing out the creases. the traces of billy. âwould be a waste. âsides,â he drawls, catching billyâs eye, winking, âlooks better on me.â
From the new Stranger Things puzzle game released today. Everyone gets a description. Erica's is "Sundae Aficionado" and one of Joyce's is "Relentless Rescuer". This is Billy's. Out of everything they could of picked. Irredeemable. That's a clear message alright.
That made me so mad, so I made it up to him by putting him in a Steve sandwich XD (the three of them are 'supervising' Max and Lucas on their date, and they're definitely gonna be sneaking away for their own fun!)
For the @harringroveweek prompt âMagical Curseâ WARNING for blood and gory descriptions
The first hint that something is off is that Steve gets up one bright October morning with a headache. That in itself isnât weird, he gets his fair share of migraines. Itâs that this particular pain wakes him from increasingly restless sleep with a sensation like someone has pushed a needle through the back of his head. Itâs too precise. It fades too quickly.
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Harringrove week day 2: The Annual Hendersonâs Haunted House
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âI am not working a haunted house.â
âOh come on,â Dustin pleaded, âI promise itâll be fun!â
âHenderson,â Steve sighed heavily, âI am not, I repeat, not helping you with a haunted house when I could be out doing other things. Â Like- Like going to a party or something.â
âYou donât go to parties anymore,â Dustin pointed out unhelpfully, âYou just sit at home or go to work.â
He folded his arms, pretending like that wasnât true.
âI have a social life outside of you, Henderson, you just donât see it.â
Dustin rolled his eyes, then immediately switched tack to that stupid puppy dog thing that didnât work.
âPlease Steve? Jonathan is going to be there. Â And Robin. Â So really you have to be there.â
âIâm not a good actor,â he hedged, âThatâs Robin, not-â
âYou donât even have to do anything like that, just help me set it up.â
âLook-â
âIâll give you free beer!â
Now that brings Steve to a screeching halt.
âAnd where are you going to get beer?â
âI have a contact.â
Steve laughed.
âA contact? Â What does that mean?â
âIt means I can get you beer, do you want in or not?â
âI can get my own beer.â
âFree beer Steve! Â As much as you can drink!â
And Steve folded. Â Well, he told himself it was for the free beer, but really it was down to the fact that Hendersonâs puppy dog face really did work on him.
So he was forced into a chair in the middle of the afternoon on Halloween, having been told to take the entire day off to âprepareâ for the haunted house that night.
âCome on,â he complained as Dustin, Max, and Will started circling him like a flock of vultures, âWhereâs Robin? Isnât she in on this too?â
âYeah, but sheâs with Lucas, Mike, and El getting more stuff for the house.â
âSo Iâm the guinea pig?â he flinched away as Max stabbed him with an eyebrow pencil, âOw!â
âDonât be a baby,â Max told him, stabbing him with the pencil with far too much force, âItâs all part of the vision.â
âAnd whatâs the vision,â he turned, coughing slightly as Will pulled out what looked like a vat of baby powder, âIâm not playing Scarface, am I?â
âMy mom wouldnât let me see that movie,â Dustin complained, attempting to put something in Steveâs hair.
Now that was a bridge too far.
âYou arenât touching my hair,â he said forcefully, âYou said I wasnât even acting. Â Why do I have to be dressed up?â
âWe canât have a Dawn of the Dead haunted house without zombies, Steve,â Will said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âYeah,â Max was scrawling outlines of something all over his face, âItâd be the stupidest haunted house ever if you were just walking around like normal.â
âI can be intimidating,â he said feebly as Dustin started smearing makeup on his face, making him feel like one of the dolls that he used to see Holly Wheeler play with.
He was only met with laughter, which was a little insulting.
By the time kids started to arrive to the haunted house, which Mrs. Henderson had finally allowed Dustin to commandeer the entire cellar for, Steve was fully âtransformedâ as Dustin said.
By âtransformedâ it really meant that he was slathered in makeup that he was pretty sure they had stolen from the high schoolâs theatre, and looked less like a zombie and more like a victim of a full body bruise.
But the kids and Robin were laughing, and though he was painfully sober, Dustin swore that he would make good on his promise for free beer, and Steve was really too busy to worry about it. Â
First he was helping Will count off kids into the house, then he was helping them exit, then he was helping Mrs. Henderson get more candy from the store, since he was the only one who could drive, finally ending up, at Dustinâs insistence, walking through the haunted house with the youngest groups, just so they didnât âget into trouble.â
âIâm going for a smoke,â he finally told Dustin after several hours of nonstop running around.
âYou donât smoke,â Dustin responded at once, shooing yet another group towards Will, âCome back here.â
âNot until I get my beer!â he called, already halfway across the dark yard. Â He leaned up against the shadow of the house, listening to the laughter and shrieks coming from down the hill, the low murmur of Mrs. Henderson and several other parents inside the house, and the crunch of someone approaching in the dark from the direction of the street.
Steve squinted against the orangey glow of the street light as the person approached him, wishing he had a cigarette just so he wouldnât look so stupid, posted up under the eaves of the house in the dark, away from everyone else.
âHarrington?â
Oh perfect. Â Billy Hargrove in a leather jacket and a far too tight t shirt, hair slicked back and a grin on his face. Â Just what Steve wanted.
âHargrove? Â What are you doing here?â
âHere to pick up Max, you seen her?â
But Steve was staring shamelessly at the way the fabric of Billyâs light blue t shirt stretched taught across the muscles of his stomach.
âKing Steve, you with me?â
âHuh?â he tore his eyes away from Billyâs torso, flicking up to meet his eyes.
âHave you seen my shithead sister?â he repeated, eyes raking over Steveâs face.
âOh, sheâs in there scaring kids,â he pointed down the hill, âSheâs made at least four people cry.â
âI wouldnât expect anything else,â he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke into the chilly fall air, âYou want a beer?â
Steve watched his mouth wrap around the cigarette, feeling like his brain was moving through molasses.
âYou have beer?â
âGotta come prepared.â
Something clunked into place in Steveâs mind, and he pushed away from the house, moving towards Billy, his eyes narrowed.
âAre you Dustinâs beer contact?â
Billy stared at him, evidently confused.
âAm I what?â
âHe said,â he gestured uselessly towards the cellar, where the sounds of laughter still emanated, âHe said he had a contact that could get him beer.â
There was a pause, where Steve shifted his weight anxiously from foot to foot, watching the cigarette burn between his fingers.
âYou think Iâd be the beer supplier for underage kids?â
Steve opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Â Now he came to think of it, it did come across as pretty shitty.
âNot it- Â Yeah. Â Yeah.â
âI wouldnât waste my money on beer for people that wonât even enjoy it,â he said almost imperiously, leaning forward to get into Steveâs personal space.
âYeah well,â he looked at the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes, âThatâs probably a good call.â
âSo do you want one or not?â
Steveâs eyes snapped to him.
âOne what?â
âCome on, Harrington,â he smiled so wide and sharp it felt like he could cut glass, âYouâd appreciate a beer, yeah? Â You look like youâve been put through the ringer.â
Steve didnât really know why his heart was racing like he had just run a race, but Billyâs lips were pinker than usual and he smelled like hairspray and cheap cologne.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âWhatâs the theme of this thing?â Billy countered, âYou look like you got the shit kicked out of you.â
âItâs zombie themed.â
âThose zombies get some good hits in?â
He snorted, pushing a hand through his hair, trying to pull himself together.
âWhat are you even supposed to be?â
âYou ever see Grease?â
He raised his eyebrows.
âRobin made me watch it. Itâs a girlâs movie.â
âThatâs a fucking lie,â he said easily, pulling a beer out of the inside of his jacket and tossing it to Steve, âItâs good.â
âYou dressed up as Danny Zuko? Â Is that what youâre saying to me?â
âNah, his friend.â
âKenickie?â
âYou arenât a fan, but you know all their names?â
He flushed, which fortunately Billy couldnât see because of all the makeup splattered on his face.
âI have a good memory.â
âSomehow I donât believe thatâs why you remember it, baby.â
Steve felt his stomach drop to his shoes. Â The pet name made him squirm, made the tips of his fingers tingle with the desire to reach out and touch.
This was a sensation that wasnât necessarily newâŠbut it certainly had gotten worse, and it seemed to key up in intensity every time they got anywhere near each other.
âYou have no proof of anything, Hargrove,â he tried to straighten up, do that thing he used to do, shoulder checking another guy in the hallway at school, because boys who do that donât like other boys.
Which of course, all went out the window when Billyâs lips caught the light.
âAre you wearing lipgloss?â Steve asked, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure of his words.
He smiled wider.
âJust a little for the occasion, pretty boy,â he said quietly, âWhy? Â You like it?â
Steve did like it, which was incredibly confusing, and he didnât have the words (or the thoughts for that matter) to understand it.
âItâsâŠfine.â
Billy laughed, a pretty sound that cut right through Steve.
âHow about that beer?â
âYeah,â he rubbed a hand down his face, then pulled his palm back black and red and blue, makeup streaked all over his face, âFuck, I really fucked up my look, didnât I?â
âYou did, still pretty though.â
Steve swallowed with a click.  He had no idea how to respond when he talked like that.  It was soâŠgenuine, like he really felt that way.
âI- Â Soâre you.â
Billyâs eyebrows raised just slightly, just a hint of surprise marring his face.
âYou think so, do you?â
Steve didnât know why he felt so bold, why he was talking like this, but the words were just falling out of his mouth before he could even attempt to stop them.
âI meanâŠI have- Eyes.â
âSo you do, Harrington. Letâs get you that-â
âSteve!â Dustinâs voice cut through the tension like a hatchet, âCome on, we need you back!â
Billyâs mouth lifted in a half-smile.
âWhen are you done babysitting? Â Or working? Or whatever it is youâre doing?â
âSome might call it servitude,â he deadpanned, earning a chuckle from Billy, âHoping not past eleven.â
âYou drive here?â
âYeah,â he said too quickly, trying to backtrack immediately, âI have to uh, take Robin home.â
âAnd after that?â he was in Steveâs space again, and he felt like he couldnât breathe, âWhatâre you doing then?â
âWashing this makeup off,â he decided to be a little bit bold, âMaybe having a beer with someone.â
His grin was wide again.
âHm. Â Seems like you might need a drinking partner then.â
âSeems like it. Â We can go to mine.â
âIâll be waiting for you, pretty boy.â
Grimm Story: Sleeping Beauty | Day 26 for Harringrove Week
So messed up, I want you here
In my room, I want you here
Now we're gonna be face-to-face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dogâŠ
drawn for @harringroveweek xp the prompt i used was: COLLARS [lyrics from the stooges song i wanna be your dog. close-up and tags under the cutâplease just let me know if you'd like adding/removing from the list]
Harringrove Week Day 2
Drowning is a lot different than Steve expected. Thereâs way more sunshine for one thing.
Not that heâs spent a lot of time thinking about how he might plausibly drown, but there were moments (drunk at the quarry, or drunk at loverâs lake moments mostly), where it seemed like a possibility. So, stone cold sober, on vacation in California is a bit of a surprise.
Not as big of a surprise as the mermaid though.
Or merman?
Or⊠is it a merman if heâs got legs? Legs, but also fins? Long graceful fins and dizzying whorls of colorful stripes and spots, like the exotic fish Steve saw at the aquarium in Indianapolis on a school trip when he was twelve.
Itâs definitely a man that grabs him around the waist and hauls him to the surface. And itâs definitely a man that deposits him, sputtering and coughing back on his rented surf board (that probably should have come with more lessons). A distinctly fishy man.
Chest flat to the board, legs dangling in the water, Steve just clings for a minute. Trying to get his body to believe that heâs not going to die today after all, and steadfastly ignoring the bright blue eyes, with weirdly shaped pupils, starring intently at him from across the board.
Until a jet of water hits him square in the face.
âThe hell? Did you just spit at me?â Steve demands looking fully at his rescuer for the first time. Itâs disturbing honestly, to see a face so obviously human while simultaneously so obviously not.
Steve doesnât know why heâs surprised when the fish man talks back, itâs no weirder than anything else thatâs happened so far. âNo one ever taught you manners, pretty boy? They donât say âthank you for saving my lifeâ on dry land?â Â He pulls his long hair over his shoulder and twists it into a thick, blonde rope. Steve notices thereâs a pointy little shell dangling from his left ear. The merman has an earing, why not.
âSorry, Mister Merman. Just trying to process a lot of stuff all at once right now, but yeah, sure thank you.â Steve checks his knee-jerk sarcastic tone, âI mean, yeah. Thank you, actually. Thanks for saving my life.â
âNot a merman,â he mutters.
âExcuse me?â
âYou see a tail?â He kicks a foot up briefly above the water. His toes look webbed, but itâs definitely one of a pair, "Iâm not a merman.â
âAlright, what are you then?â Steve asks skeptically.
The not-a-merman scowls at him and snarls, âA person.â
Steve fights not to roll his eyes, âFine. Weâre both people. But if Iâm a human, what are you?â
âA siren.â He swings his hair back over his shoulder so it smack Steve in the face with a wet thwack.
Steve freezes halfway through trying to haul his sorry ass up on the surfboard. âUh, donât sirens usually, um, drown people?â Steve forces a laugh, like maybe itâs a laughable thought.
The siren flicks a translucent lid over his eyes and, Steve not sure how he knows this, but he instinctively does know, that itâs a gesture of annoyance. A fishy roll of the eyes.
âSirens do lots of things. You know, like people do.â
Steve nods, finishes his very ungainly scramble up onto the board and straddles it. âWell, lucky for me you were around.â Steve looks down at his rescuerâs face, and itâs still alien but itâs undeniably a beautiful kind of oddness, with his strange eyes and warm, tiger stripes on the highpoints of his anatomy.
âYouâre a terrible swimmer,â the siren says and any warm fuzzy feeling Steve was starting to feel evaporate. âMaybe you should practice in one of those,â he draws a little square in the air, âArtificial pools you guys build, until you get better.â
âIâm an excellent swimmer,â Steve protests, âIâm a certified lifeguard.â
âWhatâs that?â
âI save other people from drowning!â
He does that weird blink again, slower. It comes off as less annoyed, more sarcastic.
âI fell of the board, okay, it was very disorienting.â Steve huffs.
âWhatever you say, princess.â
âSteve. My name is Steve.â He extends a hand, the siren stares at it, âDo you guys not do handshakes?â
Thereâs a long pause before he pulls a hand out of the water and presents it to Steve like heâs expecting a kiss on the back of his wrist. His fingers are webbed like his toes, and tipped in little, needle sharp claws. Steve grasps his hand and gives it a firm shake, âAnd your name is?â
âBilly,â he says, observing their joined hands like a foreign object.
Harringrove Week Day 2: Sirens, âItâs poor judgmentâ, said Grandpa âto call anything by a name. We donât know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You canât heave them into categories with labels and say theyâll act one way or another. Thatâd be silly. Theyâre people. People who do things. Yes, thatâs the way to put it. People who *do* things.â - Ray Bradbury, The October Country