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Meet our little band of troublemakers! We had our first session (technically a one shot) last weekend, and I cannot wait to see where we take this mad group!

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The span of a second

The length of a second is often left underappreciated. In a time and age where everyone is having less and less time for everything, the second has become like a drop in the ocean. Those who appreciate the length of a second are those who do not have an abundance of them anymore. A second in which two people might decide that they don’t have the time to count down before twisting the dual key-set to destroy a Russian-built machine.

Billy's miraculously survived the ordeal with the Mind Flayer but they're not out of danger yet, as they soon discover. In the meantime he has to deal with a more than excellent host Steve Harrington while trying to keep his massive attraction to him a secret. Steve meanwhile tries to deal with his own trauma and navigating between growing and changing relationships.

I’ve been working on this fic for over a year and it’s honestly brought me great joy. I’ve enjoyed writing every single chapter and the dialogues have just flowed so easily it actually surprised me! I want to share it with as many people as possible because I’m just so damn proud of it, and that’s not always a given for writers.

Anyway I would really like to share this fic with you all. It is nearing completion. In fact it should hopefully be done before the end of the month, but I’ve learned not to make promises because writer’s blocks are a bitch.

WARNING: Contains mentions and descriptions of abuse, mental instability, traumas, traumatic events, mentions of death, death and resurrection, violence, blood and bad language. Please be careful if you can be triggered by any of these!

Here are the AO3 links to the individual chapters: CH 1  CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5

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Chapter 4 has actually been up for a little while but I completely forgot to post it here! As always a little snippet from the chapter

About ten minutes later he has Robin seated at the dining table. She’s got her elbows on it and holds her head in her hands while Steve works on making her a cup of tea. He steals a glance every so often in the direction of the living room but Billy is always still where he left him; on the couch, just staring in front of himself. What a fucking mess today turned into.

“I forgot my house keys at work…” Robin breaks the silence with a shaky voice. She huffs a humourless chuckle. “The irony, huh?”

Steve fondly remembers how she made fun of him just hours earlier for forgetting his house keys of all things and that Billy had to bring them by. Those hours were nice, he almost missed them.

“So I went back. Everything seemed fine. I was right at the door in the back and then I heard two voices talking.” She looks up and he meets her eyes, there’s utter fear in them and Steve is pretty sure what’s she going to say before she even says it. “They were speaking Russian, Steve… and they were fit. Like, army fit. And then…”

She trails off and shudders. Steve brings her the steaming mug of tea while he tries to compose himself.

“And then what…?” Steve asks, softly, unsure of if he wants to know the answer or not.

“They mentioned Scoops.” Robin says, swallowing around a lump she seems to have in his throat. “I’ve been studying up on my Russian after all that happened, Steve. I don’t speak it yet but I know that Scoops is not something you’d randomly hear, and not in that part of a sentence.”

It confirms all of Steve’s concerns. His mind races, kicking into survival mode and it’s all he can do to keep from freaking the fuck out. He tells Robin what Joyce had told him and tells her to call her mom and say she’ll be staying at a friends house, whichever friend, because there is no way in hell he’s going to let her go out of the house now. She nods and sets about doing so. In the meantime Steve makes his way to a cabinet in his living room and pulls open one of the drawers. He pulls out a walkie-talkie and the note with the frequency he has to turn to. A soft static noise tells him it’s working and he presses the talk button.

“Uh...hey. Does anyone copy?”

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1, 6, 9

Let's go by my choice, shall we?

1, yes please give it to me fast and hard. 2, decent...but not much of an issue right now anyway. 3, only addiction I have is coffee and I am NEVER quitting that. 4, surprisingly I am ok with all my parts. 5, already met him.

6, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? FUCK YES. the only downside of pets is that you have to say goodbye and that rips you apart. They are family!

7, debated it, but would rather earn it. 8, my memories (although they fail me plenty of times) contribute to who I am and have become. Don't want to remove any of them.

9, only for the fact that to live a normal life in this generation you have to make a bloody fortune and then I'd never have to stress again. I'll use the money to pay any and all bills and food and something fun and the rest will go to charity.

[puppybaby15]

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Reblogging this to spread awareness.

It'd be horrible to have these misunderstandings in the world.

[hoegrove]

👀

[pukaoart]

gay disasters

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Every so often I just need a good Scoops Steve sitting the 'man's spread' sit.

Robin is always a flawless bonus.

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Same energy

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So I'm nosy.. Astrology. You and someone were talking about astrology signs for the ST characters. I could see Billy being a few different signs, but I'm biased towards Aries and Scorpio for him (which isn't helping that Dacre is a Scorpio). If you're curious. The signs in August are Leo and Virgo, signs in December are Sagittarius and Capricorn. Seasons; Spring - Aries, Taurus Gemini | Summer - Cancer, Leo, Virgo | Autumn - Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius | Winter - Capricorn, Sagittarius, Pisces.

I just know I’m Aries/Taurus bc I was born on April 20th, but I don’t know what that means for me or the personality types of the signs

I like the word Capricorn so that’s what Steve is. I’ve declared it.

And billy is Leo bc lion.

All I know abt the signs is that people say scorpios are assholes? Which yes for Billy.

[definitelynottony]

Jumping in cause... witch stuff...

@yikesharringrove babe I can totally do a natal chart for you, if you want one!

(Also Dacre is actually a Sagittarius! Nov. 22nd)

People say Scorpio's are assholes cause we tend to be intimidating and brash but we're actually super emotional babies tbh 🤷🏼‍♂️

But I also headcanon Steve as a Cap and Billy as a Leo... cause projecting 😬

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Hell yeah! I, so down for a natal chart reading tbh. I think I have one but idk what it means

I picked Capricorn for Steve bc I like the word better than Sagittarius bc I don’t like the letter s, so it’s all very scientific over here 😂

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Astrology! I am triggered.

Also saw @thesummerof84 correcting Dacre's sign and I have to jump in and give my two cents worth.

As someone who is also born november 22nd 1994 I can safely say he is in fact not a Sagittarius but indeed a Scorpio and here is why: when we were born the position of the stars on every day of the month was slightly different. On the exact day we were born the skies indeed said Scorpio. Somewhere in our teens (if I remember correctly) the position of the stars on the days changed slightly which changed the last day of being a Scoprio from the 22nd to the 21st.

I still identify as Scorpio, definitely not Sagittarius.

I also share a lot of characteristics with Billy, (some of which I am not proud of) which I chalk up to typical Scorpio personalities. I'd say Scorpio is a safe bet for him.

I am also a bit biased on the Leo thing because I unfortunately deal with a lot of Leo's in my life and it does not really fit Billy in my honest opinion.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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Made a discord as of today for all Harringrovers who feel like it!

We're striving to make it a place of acceptance where we can talk about our favourite Hawkins' boys without judgement and with respect for each other.

Every opinion is welcome

There's channels for NSFW but there's plenty options for SFW, because not everyone likes it obviously.

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“Where does this go?” “And where does this go?” “Oh!!!”

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Chapter 3 is up! And as always...here’s a little snippet of what’s to be read ;)

“Texas Chain Saw Massacre, seriously?”

“What of it, Blondie?” The woman turns to look at him, raising one eyebrow. He faces her just the same, unfazed.

“Bit obvious, is all. I mean, the leather look, the bike… picking one of the most talked about horrors.” He does not need to speak his mind further, it is clear in his words how he regarded the woman.

Billy and the stranger stare each other down for a while and Robin can barely contain her laughter at how absurdly mirror-like this whole thing is. Then the woman glances over to Steve who is grinning slightly as he glances to Billy. She waits for the attention to return to her but when it doesn’t… she heaves a sigh and grabs the video’s.

“I think I’ve outstayed my welcome.” She whips her hair back in a display of disapproval and exits the store.

“Wait!” Steve stares after her all confusion and big eyes, then looks from Robin to Billy for any answers as to what just happened but Robin just laughs and Billy shoots him a wink.

“Another one bites the dust.” Robin begins singing softly.

“Yeah... so anyway…” Steve looks from the resume up to Billy. “How did it go?”

“They want me in for a trial day and if I ace that, I’m in.” Billy answers with a hint of smug pride in his voice.

“That’s great!” Steve responds with genuine happiness for the other guy.

“Did you expect any less, Pretty Boy?” Billy responds with a smug grin.

He rolls his eyes at the typical response, but then there is something of recognition ghosting through Steve’s eyes which he visibly shakes off by shaking his head. Robin scoffs loudly.

“Was there a universally sent note that I missed? Is that what we call Dingus now?”

“What?” Both boys say in unison but Robin proceeds to ignore Steve because he knows what it’s about anyway.

“That lady called him the same thing.” She explains, pointing towards the place where the motorcycle had been parked. Billy raises his eyebrows in surprise and picks up his resume from the counter before folding it and putting it in his pocket.

“Really? Must’ve really been into you.” Billy tells Steve before licking his teeth and walking towards the door to leave. “See you at home.”

Steve’s brain short-circuits.

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Chapter 2 is up! Little snippet below to give you a taste.

Steve dips the wet towel into the bowl of soapy water until it is truly soaked with the aromatic stuff to then proceed towards Billy’s back. Tentatively he places the soaked part of the towel against his left shoulder, when there is no response he takes it as a sign to continue and begins to swipe the towel from shoulder to shoulder before tracing down the protruding shapes of Billy’s shoulder blades. Steve’s eyes idly trace across the muscles moving under the skin ever so slightly and finds his mind wandering to the tan the guy had arrived with, that Californian sun kissed skin. There’s barely any traces left of it. The towel traces down Billy’s spine and Steve has to bite his tongue to stop from chuckling when Billy’s back arches inwards and a shiver runs through his body. Ever aware of other people’s discomfort, Steve decides now is the best time for a response to Billy’s earlier comment to distract him.

“Careful what you wish for, Hargrove. I’ve seen enough horror to know a nurse is often the opposite of healing.” he snickers as he focuses on cleaning the lower parts of Billy’s back, squatting down to do so. “And it’s guys like you that die first.”

Billy’s shoulders shake in the huffed laugh and Steve can see the smirk appearing over the guy’s shoulder.

“Guys like me, huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Overconfident, cocky, flirting with danger. Guy with a reputation.” Steve sums it up like they are well-known facts. Billy laughs a little more this time and Steve shuffles around to his front in his squatted position. Unbothered by the blue eyes fixed on him, he places the towel on Billy’s abdomen and begins to trace it up to his chest when a hand places itself partly over the towel and partly over his fingers, halting his movement. Steve looks up, his position placing his head to about the height of the other boy’s chin. When their eyes meet he is acutely aware of the close distance and the mischievous look in electric blue eyes, and that devilish smirk playing on the blonde’s lips.

“Flirting with danger?” Billy says and his voice is a little huskier than normal. It makes Steve subconsciously swallow. “Are you saying you’re dangerous, Harrington? That you’re bad news?”

Something stirs in Steve’s stomach and he’s not sure what it is, makes him feel kind of queasy but in an exciting sort of way. He focuses most energy in steadying his breathing, knowing fully well that if his composure slips for even a second Billy will have him cornered like a predator corners a prey. And when he continues to meet that electric blue gaze head on he thinks that it is as good a description of Billy as anything; a predator, albeit wounded. It is that fact that makes him more unpredictable. Steve mirrors the smirk but doesn’t move an inch.

“Why, are you flirting with me?” he counters.

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Summary: 

The length of a second is often left underappreciated. In a time and age where everyone is having less and less time for everything, the second has become like a drop in the ocean. Those who appreciate the length of a second are those who do not have an abundance of them anymore. When an action or reaction has to happen within an impossibly small timeframe, the individual seconds become endlessly more valuable. One more or less held the very power to change the entire direction of a story. It can hold the difference between winning and losing, between being too late and right on time, and between life and death. A second in which two people might decide that they don’t have the time to count down before twisting the dual key-set to destroy a Russian-built machine.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They walk out into the hallway and the further they get, the more dread Billy feels. He doesn’t want to go home. Has no idea what he’s going to need to expect. He’s been gone for a while without any explanation. His car is wrecked and lost. But more worrying than anything is the fading bruise on Max’s forehead, which is a death sentence as far as he’s concerned. There is going to be some retribution, that is for sure and with Billy’s still healing body, he is not sure how much he can handle. He knows they’re outside and for once hopes it is both his dad ánd Susan. Perhaps Susan can talk at least a little bit of sense into him. He breathes in shakily and Max looks at him with pitiful eyes. God, he hates it when she pities him.

Daylight shines brightly through the doors ahead and Max speeds up. She gets ahead of Billy and disappears out of the door into the outside world. Shitbird’s not even holding the door for him. Can’t she see he’s struggling? Billy huffs an annoyed breath but pushes through and pushes open the door. The door falls closed behind him and he is left staring, jaw slack.

Max stands by the car, already placing the paper bag on the backseat of the BMW Beamer. A fucking BMW Beamer that he knows far too well. Low and behold, there is the owner perched on the hood, leveling him with an unreadable stare, arms folded across his chest. Billy looks around bewildered but there is no sign of his dad.

“He’s not coming, Billy.” Max says and he fixes his attention on her, silently demanding an explanation. She opens her mouth to speak but Steve Harrington cuts her off.

“I’m picking you up.” He says matter-of-factly. “Can’t be a big surprise to you your dad isn’t here.”

“What do you mean by that, Harrington.” Billy spits back but it lacks his usual fire. Nevertheless they stare each other down from afar. Steve’s face is bashed up but healing. Altogether he looks better than Billy does for the fact alone that he’s taken care of the rest of his appearance whereas Billy hasn’t done anything to his hair in those two weeks and he can’t even bring himself to feel ashamed about it.

“Get in the car.”

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All you Billy cosplayers

Where did you get your wig? Having some trouble finding the luscious locks of season 3 and the end of season 2

Links and pics are very appreciated! As are reblogs