#harringroveweek2022

[prettyboy-like-you]

“W-w-wha'd'ya mean, there's only one bed?!”

*Billy grins wolfishly*

made for the @harringroveweek challenge (thanks guys!). the prompt i used for today was: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED (WOOPS!)

[hyphier]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Summer Vacation, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Skinny Dipping, Blow Jobs, Exhibitionism, Anal Play, no beta we die like men Summary:

“You’re a fucking menace, Hargrove.” Billy grins manically and leans close, letting their noses brush. “But you can’t get enough of me, can you?”

[aangsglider]

something choppy asf for harringrove week 🫶🏻

[prettyboy-like-you]

for @harringroveweek day 3: DIRTY TALK. just a quickie today, pun absolutely intended... bills fuckin loves it, hehe.

[prettyboy-like-you]

LIKE A BROKEN NEON SIGN

harringrove poetry, billy POV (3rd person).

turned my weekly online poetry session into a harringrove poetry session for @harringroveweek! my prompt for this (from the group) was: SAFE

.

He faces down

real life–monsters

everyday.

The true fearsome

dangerous creatures

of this, their tiny,

massive world.

Yet the thing

he fears the most

—and craves, so silly—

is the safety;

is the very arms

of what and who he's

supposed

to hate the most.

.

[prettyboy-like-you]

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH

harringrove poetry, steve POV (3rd person)

poem written for @harringroveweek, but written using the prompt from my weekly online poetry group, which was: TRUST

.

It's doubtful, the cool fool thinks,

that the Sun God, great

Firebird, would put his faith

in anything not filled with sharp,

stranger things—cluster-like,

weary hate as bracken, winding

round the bends that are what

you get when your life, it

isn't your own, it isn't worth

the salt of living; so much so

you'll set the world alight just

to prove you can stand

the heat—but. The Boy King, he

wants it bad, needs that trust,

so goes and sets himself on fire

to show the towering God that

he too can burn; is willing to burn

alive like the shabby man-made

wicker-man he is but, and yes

he'll shout this out, still deafening

for all covering their ears in vain:

he would just rather not burn

alone at the very end and

the very beginning of everything.

.