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Setting: Hogwarts; assigned partners
Granger: “… u_u” (fell asleep while reading)
Draco: …///...Granger…..*reaches out without thinking and tucks a curl behind her ear*
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I personally find these little clandestine touches to be super romantic, so I suddenly wanted to doodle this type of moment. It was originally supposed to be just Hermione with Draco’s hand, but then I couldn’t help add another pic of a bashful in-love-but-in-denial Draco Malfoy.
Wizarding Kindergarten - Fieldtrip to Gringotts: Going Home (2/2) 🏡💕
Read chapter: one, two
the other night i cried (while thinking of having sex with you) pt. 2
((slowly but surely finishing this bad boy. see yall later for pt. 3 <3))
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Steve had a basement. This concept was entirely alien to Billy, since you can’t really have basements in SoCal cause of like. Radiation or whatever. But also because even after the move his current house didn't have one.
This was like, kind of his first encounter with one- Steve didn't even have a normal basement. With like pipes and concrete and shit. Steve’s basement had been converted into a ‘rec room.’
“A ‘rec room’?” Billy couldn't keep a small amount of jab out of his voice. “Jesus I knew you were rich. Didn't know you were shag-carpet-in-basement rich.”
“Do you actually not have basements in California or is this like the time you tried to convince me they celebrate Christmas in the summer in Australia.”
Billy shot Steve a look- halfway to concern. “Both of those things are just facts.”
“Sure, okay, ‘facts.’”
Steve had actually given Billy a house tour when he’d showed up. Only because Billy asked, because honestly he hadn't expected the house to be so big. Steve seemed kind of abashed about it though, maybe almost uncomfortable, so like halfway through Billy just asked where they’d be hanging out- praying it would be Steve's terribly wallpapered room, knowing it wouldn't be- and Steve had said the basement. Which Billy had taken as a joke at first but actually was super into now because the basement was like, tricked out. Shag carpet, couch, one of those glass coffee tables, record player, tv, foosball table, mini fridge.
“You could live down here.” Billy cracked the beer Steve had grabbed for him- out of the aforementioned mini fridge.
“I kinda do sometimes. Upstairs is… boring.” Steve seemed like maybe he was gonna say something else and thought better of it.
Something like. Maybe. Lonely.
Billy was lonely in a house full of people. But he liked this magical basement that smelled like bricks and air freshener. Liked how the couch down here sunk when you dropped onto it and was kinda ratty at the edges- especially compared to the immaculate leather couch upstairs.
And Billy liked how much Steve seemed to like being down here- he’d never really seen Steve in a place that he seemed… comfortable in? He seemed used to most things. Like he got where he was and what to do and how to do it all the time but. He’d had this small smile since they got down here that couldn't go away, could only get brighter. It was like, a nest or something. A tiny little kingdom.
Oh and Billy liked the kettle corn. Steve had set a bowl of it out and kettle corn was Billy's favorite and Steve knew that and it was really really good so for most of the first ten minutes of the movie they'd decided on that was all Billy cared about.
They’d both already seen the movies- they decided to try and marathon all three Rocky movies and got about halfway there- so they talked over the TV a lot. But it was still fun.
Billy realized he hadn't had fun in a while. He hadn't got to like, hangout with anyone in a while.
And he really wanted this to be that- to be just fun. Just cool. Whatever.
But Steve had slid down in his spot on the couch and his knee was centimeters away from Billy’s and that was like 90% of what Billy was thinking about. Steve. Steve and how this was his house. This was his basement, his happy place. And he’d invited Billy here. Billy who was terrible to him and was just generally, pretty terrible, and Steve had invited him to his obvious happy place just to be there. With someone. Out of all the people in the world-
“I’m, uh,” Steve leaned his head down a little, rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m really glad you came over.”
Billy blinked. Didn’t respond right away. “That's like, so lame of me to say. I just. Haven't gotten to hangout here with anyone in a while.” Steve backtracked a little.
Billy shrugged, dismissing the idea, didn't understand why Steve would thank him but. “It’s cool. Me neither.” Steve’s eyes widened a little. “Really?”
“What’d you mean, ‘really’?” Billy sipped his beer for something to do other than making eye contact with Steve.
“Just. I dunno. I thought you had loads of friends.” Steve laughed a little, disbelieving. “I mean, you’re so... cool.”
Billy would have to hunt down and personally kill every single one of the butterflies in his stomach. “I am.”
Steve laughed, more natural this time. “God, and humble too.”
“You bet.” Billy smiled over his can. “... I’m really glad you invited me.”
Billy would never ever admit to liking being anywhere in Hawkins except Steve’s stupid basement. Steve inviting him over to hangout down there became such a regular thing so quickly. Billy sort of got why Steve liked being down there- no windows, sitting at the right angel you couldn't even see the stairs, but rather than feeling cramped, you just sort of felt like nothing else existed. And that was really nice. Reminded Billy of when, back home, he used to just sit on his board past the break, and rather than trying to catch any waves, face out away from the coast. Pretend it was just him in an endless sea- warm at his knees but cooler at his feet. Nothing else. No one else. Except maybe the fish. Billy liked fish- no particular reason. He just liked them.
This must have been Steve's version of that feeling though. Nothing-else-no-one-else. But he liked Billy being there- he said.
Even when Billy left, the smell of the basement carpet- which was surprisingly pleasant- clung to his clothes.
Yet more butterflies.
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pt. 1 // pt. 3 coming soon?? hopefully???
Hizzo being cute 3.19.2021
look i absolutely adore marcus but that boy truly hasn't had a rational thought in his whole life huh. he's out here, vibing, labeling his weed stash "math homework". absolutely no thoughts head empty he's here for a good time not for a long time.
Ginny and Georgia should have centered more around Georgia and Joe because SHE LITERALLY MOVED HER KIDS TO WELLSBURY THINKING ABOUT HIM AND WORE THE RAY BANS HE GAVE HER ON THE RIDE THERE AND HE NAMED A HORSE MILKSHAKE THINKING ABOUT HER!
They were the most beautiful part of the show for me.
I finally realized where my instant crush on Max from Ginny & Georgia came from.
#someone please get him out of there…
by will mcphail
iT's fUnY beCAusE mEn aRE DumB
No dumbass, it's funny because women are usually left out of these pictures. And most of history. While actually, you know... living full lives and contributing to society. Just like men do. But men are always in the fucking picture.
This isn't a comic about men being dumb, it's a comic about women being forgotten, ignored, and excluded. But you were so ready to be pissed at mean feminists that you took something personally that absolutely wasn't and got offended by something that wasn't being said.
The artist was a man but women still got blamed for the “misandrist joke” by a redpiller calling himself a “big dick americhad“
i love this dude he’s made a bunch of other ‘misandrist jokes’ as well
i have a cute but also very questionable hc and i think steve calls billy ‘baby’ a lot. so when they have a kid, the kid starts thinking billy’s name IS baby
you sent this a WHILE AGO I AM SORRY
I think I saw something similar to this! Possibly on tiktok but I never know. Basically ever since quarantine their kid hadn’t been out and they had only ever been calling each other ‘babe’ and suddenly their kid was calling EVERYONE ‘babe’ because they didn’t realize. 🥺
So essentially I ADORE THIS
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They honestly don’t notice it at first. When their little baby girl begins talking it’s all just babbles that only they can understand because of the sheer amount of time they spend with her. They know that “Teef” means “Steve” and “Da” mean “Dad” or “Dada”... and “Baby”... that just means “Billy”... right?
Steve is always calling Billy “baby.” Like it’s his actual first name. Calling from the kitchen to come help with food.
“Baby! Can you come peel the potatoes?”
Answering the phone when he calls.
“Hey baby, how’s work going?”
When the three of them are all lying in bed. Their daughter lying in the middle in her little co-sleeper.
“Good night baby.”
It’s just what he does. What he’s always done. Something so habitual he doesn’t even recognize he’s doing it.
They assume “baby” means “Billy” because when ever they ask her “what is daddy’s name?” It’s always, consistently, “baby.” And they’re left to assume that she just hasn’t figured out her “L’s” yet. The “B’s” were always the easier sounds for babies to make. So they weren’t worried about it.
And as she grew older and started speaking more. Pronouncing words clearer, finally tacking on the leading S of her Dad’s name, she maintained the same pronounciation of Billy. But they, honest to god, didn’t notice it. They had just gotten so used to her saying it that way that whenever they heard it come from her mouth, their minds instantly corrected it to mean “Billy.”
It takes the help of an outsider for them to eventually realize that their daughter, who has learned her alphabet and is learning how to spell, doesn’t actually know the name of her daddy.
Max is over after having not seen her niece since she was only a new born. When the only things coming out of her mouth were little scream, cries, giggles, and a whole lot of spit up. She wants to make her dads some cards for Valentine’s Day, so Max is helping her with that, helping her to sound out the words.
In purple crayon on red construction paper she begins writing “I-L-O- what comes after O?”
“V.”
“V! V like in Steve!” She screams it excitedly and continues to write.
“-V-E-U-D-A-D- two D’s right?” Max just nods her head and continues. Finishing it off with an all encompassing heart just like she did with the first one. They pop them into a couple envelopes and seal them with the lick of their tongues.
“We should probably write their names on these so we know who’s who.” Max suggested, and she pulls out a red crayon, clearly approving of the idea.
She knows how to spell Steve, and quickly writes it on the back of one without the help of Max.
And then she goes to write Billy.
“Do you know how to spell Daddy’s name?”
“Yes I do!”
Max accepts that and lets her eyes wander over the little mess they have created in the kitchen. Crayons and paper scraps scattered everywhere, a mess she doesn’t intend on cleaning up.
Then she looks back at the white envelope and in big, bold, red crayon reads “Baby.”
“Who is Baby?”
“That’s Daddy silly!!” She says it like Max is being ridiculous. Like “hello that’s your brothers name what do you mean ‘who is baby?’” And Max has to hold back her laughter because this is absolutely gold.
When the two of them come back from their date night on Valentine’s Day, Max let’s their daughter present them with the cards, and Billy just stares down at his own in disbelief as everything begins to click into place.
“Oh my god.” He says.
Steve has already opened his own and is just staring at his card in awe, while Billy is just staring at the back of the unopened envelope.
“Why haven’t you opened yours Baby?”
Billy just laughs and turns it to show Steve.
“Oh my god.” The realization settling.
Billy opens his up because of the very impatient little girl standing in front of him, tapping her foot. They laugh about it and give her a hug and a kiss and put her to bed.
And in the morning, their little girl hears the name Billy for the first time.
celebrity au (again bc i love making these)
1 - 2 - 3
insp
modern au where the harringtons have their own long running reality tv show (ala keeping up with the kardashians or something) and steve liked it at first when he was young because it was the only time his family was around because they had to film.
but when he gets older, he hates it because everyone loves their show, but the world doesn’t know that they’re living a lie and that filming takes slightly longer now because his parents can’t go ten minutes without arguing and he hates the show and hates having to put on a show for the world
and everyone loves him especially. has over 10 million insta followers and has his own business that he started (courtesy of his parents trust fund that he hates but everyone else loves so he has to keep it running). and he can’t go anywhere w/o being recognized by some random stranger on the street. and it all feels so invasive like he’s an animal in a zoo being ogled and he feels like he’s suffocating.
and the worst part of it all can’t hang out with robin in public without people thinking they’re dating which brings up a whole other issue. Because he’s been cursed to be a hopeless romantic which is simply not compatible with the lifestyle he lives because everyone wants to date steve HARRINGTON and not just STEVE. And the one person who he did fall in love with, cheated on him with one of the camera men so his track record for romance is really low but his loneliness and yearning levels are at an all time high.
And yet. At the root of it all. Is Billy. Billy who he met at age 10 when his dad was hired as a stagehand/carpenter and is always on set making sure everything is running smoothly mechanical wise.
Billy who he grew up with because he was always on set when they filmed because he was too young to be left alone and his mom went out one day and never came back. And that’s something he and steve connect on. That lonely abandoned feeling.
And so the years pass, and throughout the never ending seasons, the relentless paparazzi, and the constant fights in the harrington household, billy remains constant. And steve loves him for that. Which is the biggest problem of all. Because billy stayed not because he wants to be around steve HARRINGTON. But because he wants to be around STEVE.
And then the dreaded news comes in. CANCELLED. After 15 seasons, THE HARRINGTONS will be ending their show so they can focus on being a family. And the whole thing is bittersweet because ha. His parents are 15 years too late to try to be a family. But most of all, he’s gonna miss billy. Gonna miss hiding out in the secret grove they discovered when they were 13. And 5 years later when billy told steve he liked boys and steve said it was okay because he might like both, and then they kissed because they had never kissed another boy befor and why not just get it out the way.
But of course, all things must come to an end, no matter how good they are. So when that dreaded last day of filming arrives, and billy walks over to say his final goodbyes, pants hung low with that genuine smile that steve knew was only reserved for him, steve felt like his heart was going to burst. Felt like he was losing the only person who ever really knew him. And he can’t stomach the fact that he’s gonna be alone again. Because billy has gotten him through everything these long years, and he doesn’t know if he can survive a lifetime of loneliness. A life w/o billy.
And so steve. Attempts a smile, stifles a sob, and then. Runs.
Billy finds him, face blotchy and nose running, minutes later because obviously he knows the one place steve can go to be without camera is their secret place. And it takes a moment, but eventually steve chokes out an “i don’t want to be alone again” before bursting into tears again.
And billy watches him before reaching out, running a hand down the side of steve’s face and says “you’re not gonna be alone, pretty boy. You got me.”
And steve can only chuckle because yeah he has billy now, but not in the way he wants, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get it. But robin says that sometimes he needs to be bold. And that he need to realize that he is deserving of loving and being loved. And so he turns his eyes up at billy, pulls all the confidence he can muster and “i love you. I have since you stayed up with me all night on my 16th birthday when my parents forgot about it so we had to have a second one a few days later so the cameras could film it.”
Billy’s face turns contemplative and steve’s prepared to get let down easily. Is prepared to hear another “bullshit” again.
But it never comes.
Because billy leans forward, crouching in the secret grove that their 25 year old selves can’t quite fit in comfortably anymore, and he kisses him. Soft and quick and only lasts a brief second because billy slightly pulls back to whisper a “i’ve been in love with you since you shook my hand and smiled at me when we were 13.”
and that lights steve up inside because that means that billy didn’t fall in love with steve HARRINGTON. He fell in love with STEVE and that was enough. And he can’t put into words how much that means to him, so he leans forward, and kisses him again.
Concept: Angels don’t have to wear their halos on their head.
Turn the halo into a gold collar.
Shrink it down into a ring or bracelet.
Turn it into a gold septum.
Sacred nipple piercings.
please stop telling me about halo cock rings
@harringroveweekoflove HWOL February 11, 2021. Day 2: Mythological Creatures AU (Greek Gods).
Steve, the God of healing, music, poetry and the sun.
Billy, the God of the sea, waves, earthquakes, and storms.
Still trying to come to terms with the fact I’ll never be a librarian who can speak a dead language and be recruited by a ruggish but handsome explorer for a quest to lift the curse and save the world
because of the pandemic travel restrictions?
Because of the pandemic travel restrictions.
just a lil dialogue idea: “...did you just sniff me?”
good luck with school :-)
“Not to sound, I don’t know, ungrateful for the redemption you’re providing me with here, but do you all have to stick your noses into everything? Because I think your whole little group needs a new hobby.”
Steve wrinkles his nose. “You think this is redemption? That’s an interesting take. I’d call it charity, maybe,” he says, ignoring the rest of Billy’s comment.
Billy follows his lead and ignores him too. “Like, you guys could start a knitting circle, I’m sure ol’ Joyce would enjoy that. Oh! A Bridge Club. What do you think, Harrington? Think that would occupy you enough to stop willingly tracking down monsters with nothing but a fucking baseball bat?”
Billy has been out of the hospital for three months. He’s been adopted by Joyce Byers for two, and has been patrolling the woods for monsters with Harrington for one.
None of it was really his choice, but neither was the possession back in July, and he finds this to be something much more tolerable to have thrust upon him.
Steve gives a small smile, taking quick crunching steps through the dark forest. “Aw, don’t hurt my feelings, Hargrove. I might start thinking you don’t want to hang out with me.”
Billy scowls, but he can feel it lacking its usual venom. Somehow, the events of the summer have made him someone worth saving, worth helping, worth befriending, instead of someone to be feared.
No, the Mind Flayer taking over his brain and making him commit atrocities only encouraged Harrington and his whole flock of a family to put an axe in his hand and make him help to make sure it never happened again. Go figure.
“I don’t want to hang out with you,” he grumbles, though it isn’t entirely true. What he doesn’t want is to be going after the very thing that almost killed him. The Harrington aspect is the only part that makes it less terrifying, makes his heart beat too fast for reasons far away from fear.
“Fine then,” Steve says, but he sounds bemused more than angry. “Stay back next time and hang out with the kids. You can play Dungeons and Dragons with them, I’m sure that’d be fun for you.” A wide grin overtakes his face. “There’s your alternate hobby. Sorry it’s not quite as exciting as- what was it? A knitting circle?”
Billy fights to keep the frown on his face, but it’s hard not to be intoxicated by Harrington’s humor, his ability to be light and brave, even when doing something as frightening (and fucking stupid) as combing the woods for monsters. “If I did that, I couldn’t hold a real axe, I’d have to have a fucking imaginary one and speaking of which: don’t you think you should stop antagonizing the person with a weapon walking behind you-”
Steve turns his head back towards Billy with his fingers to his lips, makes a Shhh sound.
“Don’t you shush-”
“Shut up, Billy, Jesus,” Steve says, and all of the humor and goodness from his voice a few moments earlier is gone.
It’s then that Billy notices the rustling sound, and the low growl emitting from a handful of yards away, its source hidden behind some brush.
Panic shoots through him. In his mind there’s only him, being dragged down into the basement of that steel mill; him killing Heather, him killing Mrs. Driscol, him killing a third of Hawkins, all because of that thing, that thing that took him and is now only a minute or two away from doing it again.
A hand clamps around his wrist and he has to keep from screaming. But when he opens his eyes to face death a second time, it’s just Harrington, tugging him away. “Come on, Bill. Just-”
Steve drags him by his arm all the way to a tree to their left. A generous piece of its trunk is hollowed out and Steve stuffs the both of them inside. “Just stay quiet. It’ll come out of the bushes in a second and we’ll see what it is.”
But Billy doesn’t want to see what it is. He wants to be sitting at the kitchen table with Joyce, drinking tea at two in the morning when neither of them can sleep. He wants to be driving Max home from the arcade and pretending to hate the music she chooses. He wants anything but this.
The panic is almost blinding. In therapy- another thing he does involuntarily, but can’t deny the benefits of -Dr. Owens is always trying to give him ways to calm down from anxiety attacks, claiming every new skill is a “tool for his recovery toolbox” or something like that.
And it’s dumb. But Billy hates feeling like this.
Five things you can see.
Alright. Stupid hollow tree. Steve. Roots and grass under his shoes. His own hand. Some stars up in the sky.
Four things you can touch.
Usually he’d reach out and actually touch the things he listed, but most of what is in reaching distance is Steve or on Steve’s person, so he refrains. Still, he finds things that he could touch.
Tree bark. Steve’s hair. Steve’s shirt. Steve’s jeans.
Billy’s breathing is still uneven, the world still feels like it’s going to cave in. He keeps trying.
Three things you can hear.
Steve’s breathing. An owl hooting, distantly. That damn monster still rustling in those bushes, refusing to just reveal itself and put him out of his misery.
Two things you can smell.
The sappy, woody scent of the tree. And Steve, but Steve smells like a lot of things. Like hairspray and like cigarettes and like denim and sweat and expensive cologne.
A bit of calm finally begins to settle on Billy. He takes another deep breath, breathing in Harrington. It’s comforting.
He takes another.
“Um.” He hears Harrington clear his throat. “Did you just sniff me?”
Billy opens his eyes. Unconsciously, his face has moved closer to Steve, his nose a mere inch away from Steve’s shoulder. Billy jerks back.
“Jesus. Sorry. Just trying to uh. Ground myself.” He pinches his wrist for how fucking stupid that sounds.
Suddenly the rustling stops, but then it gets louder as, to Billy’s horror, the creature starts making its way out of the brush, the sound of it getting closer.
Billy tenses, painfully glad that Steve is there with his bat and it won’t be Billy who has to be brave tonight.
A head pokes out from between the trees and Steve’s body relaxes. Billy squints his eyes to look.
A mountain lion.
Steve gives a sharp, involuntarily cackle and then looks directly at Billy.
Billy looks back and then they’re both laughing impossibly hard, all of the coiled up energy in their veins escaping through loud guffaws in the otherwise silent forest.
Steve’s head lands on Billy’s shoulders as they continue to laugh. As they settle down, Steve seems to remember something. He looks up at Billy.
“Wait. Did you sniff me earlier?”
Jesus Christ. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, pretty boy. I was just breathing, I don’t know, deeply to calm down.”
Steve smiles. “Scared, huh?”
They’re still in the tree, the small space seeming so much more cramped now that it isn’t fear that keeps them there.
“Oh, shut up. Of course not.”
When Steve tilts his head up to meet Billy’s eyes, the change in angle makes his lips only a breath away from Billy’s own. “Do I smell good?”
“Fuck off,” Billy breathes, but when he tries to break Steves gaze, to turn away or get out of this tree that feels so charged and hot, he’s shocked it hasn’t caught fire, Steve’s lips catch his.
One thing you can taste.
insp.
