#Suometar writes

[teasemates]

Morning wood

Fic by suometar @camaro-and-smokes

Here's one for @hawkinsmafia whose request was "Hey Billy, can you grab a pic of Steve’s morning wood for us?"

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The request was supposed to be an easy one to fill. Just take a pic of Steve’s morning wood. It was among the easier ones on the list.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Billy asked.

“What if I take it myself and we just say it was taken by you?” Steve suggested.

“They would know. Just think about it. There’s no way you can take a pic from an angle like that of yourself. The moment you wake up enough it starts to...you know. You know that. It would require preparing the night before, setting up a camera and planning angles and all that. And we don’t have a camera, so you’d have to use your phone.”

Steve cocked an eyebrow, amused. “You sound pretty eager to sacrifice yourself for it. To come into my room in the morning, first thing, and take a dick pic?”

Billy grimaced and felt his cheeks warming up. “I’m not particularly happy about it, but how else would I do it? I’m open to suggestions.”

The truth was that Billy had been itching to see Steve’s dick in full mast for quite a while. He’d seen a hint of its size one morning when he’d been already up and Steve had come to the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. They’d been out the whole previous night and Billy was probably just as hungover as Steve, but Steve always slept long on his free days. Anyway, it had caught Billy’s eye, even though he of course looked away as soon as he realized what he’d been looking at. It hadn’t been stiff anymore but the chubbiness in Steve’s briefs left little to imagination; he was packing.

This realization definitely hadn’t helped with his crush at Steve. In fact, it had made it deepen and also added the new layer of having sexual thoughts about him to it. To the point that the embarrassing wet dreams had returned.

The worst was that as far as he knew Steve was very much straight. He hadn’t seen Steve with any girls, or at least he hadn’t brought any with him home. But he was fairly certain Steve leaned only that one way. Billy had been happy to remain only as friends with him, though. If that was all he’d ever get, then at least he had that. But now it was all different.

He’d been thinking of finding ways to learn if he ever had a chance in hell with Steve. He’d found this one camboy on Onlyfans who, yes, had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a lean built—he could admit he had a type—he’d been now following for a month or so after his revelation with somewhat satisfactory results. It was never the real deal of course, but it was close enough. Anyway, when the camboy had declared on his social media that he was quitting his day job and doing Onlyfans for living, Billy had realized that they could try that too. Solid income from just doing a short video or snapping a photo. And they wouldn’t have to do anything but solo stuff. But even still, it would maybe bring them closer together and maybe even…well, maybe he’d eventually find out what he wanted.

So it wasn’t that Billy wasn’t more than willing to do the request. Knowing that Steve knew the pic was being taken was what made it difficult.

Steve scratched his chin. “I guess there’s really no other option. Just come into my room in the morning and...”

“Uh, yeah. Wanna let me know when you...you know, have one? I mean, I’m up probably anyway before you, so...”

“Eh, sure. Sure. I’ll do that.”

It was a few days later when it happened. Billy was having his morning coffee and on his phone, scrolling through the comments on their OF account, when Steve cleared his throat in the doorway.

Steve was blushing and he rubbed his neck with his hand. “Uh...um...You wanna, eh...take the pic?”

Billy lowered his gaze to look and... The way Steve shuffled his feet told Billy he knew he was looking. And that his eyes were probably wide and that he was blushing, too.

The tenting in Steve’s briefs was big. Definitely bigger than what Billy had, no doubt about it.

He felt his mouth go dry, and he spurred into action. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He grabbed his phone and followed Steve to his room.

Steve’s room was facing east and it had a nice view to the park, so the morning sun was shining through the window and straight onto Steve’s bed.

“Where do you want me?” Steve asked.

Billy was certain Steve hadn’t thought about his choice of words too much, but he still couldn’t keep entirely straight face. “Maybe on the bed? In the sun.” He opened the camera app of his phone and was determined to not look until Steve was ready. It was then when he realized that he was about to take a photo of Steve’s dick with his own phone. “Eh, want me to take this with your phone?”

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Steve said, taking his phone from the nightstand. After unlocking it he gave it to Billy.

Billy fumbled with it, almost dropping it when Steve took his briefs off and sat on the bed.

His dick had both the length and the girth. It had to be at least eight inches long, and Billy wasn’t sure if his fingers would’ve reached around it. The shaft had thick veins running on the front and on its sides, and the head was a bit pointy, not too much though, and it was deliciously swollen.

God, it was so, so pretty.

Billy imagined how silky and heavy it would feel on his tongue and felt himself grow hard. “Wow,” he heard himself say. “Uh, I mean,” he rushed to add,” that’s impressive.”

Steve blushed even more. “Thanks.” He shifted in his seat and leaned on the headboard, spreading his legs a little so that his dick was leaning against his left thigh, and his sack resting nicely between his legs. “Uh, is this position okay?”

Billy felt ridiculous amount of arousal from the simple change of position. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he squeaked, aiming at Steve’s groin and centering it in the camera’s finder. The shutter sound confirmed the splendor being immortalized not only to Steve’s camera roll but also to Billy’s personal spank bank. He showed the pic to Steve. “What do you think?”

“It’s my dick...What do you think?”

Billy blinked idly for a moment. He knew the question was a simple one and not what his mind immediately went to, and he had to put in a real effort not just to blurt out what he was really thinking, to choose his words carefully. Which was hard, considering that let me suck it and let me sit on it were first in line to roll out.

He thought of the delicious way it would split him open, enter him achingly slow. It would stretch him deliciously and make him moan and let out incoherent words until it was in to the hilt. With every thrust he’d probably feel it all the way up in his throat.

Or if he’d suck it, it would force his mouth wide open to accommodate it. Filling it to the brim, making him unable to think about anything else. Pushing to the back of his mouth, making him gag and choke. Spit to spurt out from the sides of his mouth and his nose, tears pushing through from the corners of his eyes. Making him a beautiful mess.

And still he’d try to take more of it, all of it. He’d want to have his nose pressed against the dark bush of hair in the root of it. Have his hair tugged and his head kept in place while he was mouth-fucked with that monster. Perversely used, perfectly and blissfully out of control.

He’d listen to the moans and gasps, breathless words praising him taking it so well, and he’d do exactly that, take all of it. Get hard from those words alone, leaking to his own briefs. He’d have to grab his dick while tears and drool and precum would mix all over his cheeks and jaw, dripping on his neck and chest. He’d jerk himself in the same pace with the face-fucking and when the warm, salty load would hit his throat, he’d finish himself off with pathetic moans formed around the still pulsing cock in his mouth…

He snapped out of his reverie, feeling hot all over. Steve was looking at him with a shy smile. “It’s, uh...i–it’s great,” he stammered awkwardly, put Steve’s phone on his desk and left the room, beelining to his own room.

He sat on his bed and pulled his now aching dick from his briefs, not having to jerk it for long before he came. He fell on his back on the bed and grimaced, closing his eyes. “Oh god,” he thought, “this is so bad.”

Later they were in the living room, Billy sitting on the floor and playing on his PS4 and Steve doing something on his laptop on the couch.

“I’m going to upload the pic now,” Steve said. “Wanna see?”

Billy paused the game and sat next to Steve. Maybe a bit too close, he wasn’t sure, because their thighs brushed against each other. But Steve didn’t flinch, so it had to be okay.

It was ridiculous how many things Billy nowadays thought way too much just because he had a crush on Steve. If it was okay to sit like this, the same way they’d sit on this very same couch as long as he could remember whenever he looked at something Steve was working on on his laptop. Or if it was okay to sit in the breakfast table together and not say a word or if he talked too much. If it was okay to do anything that used to be so easy to do when he’d been content on being just friends with Steve.

Or if Steve felt the same way.

Billy frowned. The photo looked a bit different to what he remembered—and he thought he remembered it well. “Did you edit it?” he asked.

“No…” Steve drawled. “Well, just adjusted the light a little. Is it ok?”

“Yeah. No, yeah, it’s okay,” Billy rushed to answer. He scolded himself because he knew he’d already said too much with the question alone.

Steve smiled and chuckled. “Alright.”

Billy watched as Steve uploaded the photo, wrote a caption to it with the request and posted it.

Steve glanced at him. “You know, it’s okay. I mean in the morning, when you took the photo.”

Billy felt his cheeks heating. His first thought was that Steve knew. That Steve had looked and seen his arousal. Billy looked at Steve who was staring at the keyboard. “What is?” he asked cautiously.

Steve didn’t say anything for a good while, but his cheeks turned rosy pink. “It was kinda fun. You know, having my pic taken like that. I’ve ever only taken a…” he paused and chuckled nervously, “I’ve only taken a dick pic myself.”

Billy laughed, relieved. “Well, yeah. It’s not something you’d probably do unless… you know.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Maybe…next time it’ll be easier.”

Billy smirked. “Maybe you can take my pic next time.”

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This is Billy's and Steve's Onlyfans RP account. Billy and Steve are "running" the account, the team behind it is Aggressiveviking & Suometar. Feel free to play into or out of the rp in any way you like, all interactions are welcome 💕💕💕

[camaro-and-smokes]

✨ This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨ @harringrove-relay-race

Screwdriver

S: I'm not looking to fuck right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom

S: I know it's kind of random, but can I borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?

S: I don't really know my neighbours and you're the closest person to me on Grindr

S: 😅

Billy stared at the four messages he'd received, not quite knowing what to think about them. They were from Steve, the guy he'd been messaging on Grindr for a while here and there.

It had been a kind of a mistake for Billy to even see Steve's profile. Steve had said he had been meaning to delete the whole profile since all he'd gotten through it was heartache and pain, but then had decided against it. Billy had the same kind of experience, so he'd suggested that they could just talk. And Steve had agreed.

They really didn’t know that much about each other, they talked about just casual stuff; work, TV shows and such. But Billy didn’t have anything special to do that evening, so why not. Steve seemed like a decent guy and Billy had an extensive selection of tools at home because of the Camaro he’d kept as a second car since it always needed something to be fixed.

B: Yeah why not.

B: Send me your address and I’ll bring it. BTW you should turn off the main water in case you haven’t yet.

Billy put his phone into his back pocket and went to the garage to rummage through his tools. Soon the phone blipped with a message.

S: Thanks, the water’s turned off. I’m panicking, didn’t even think of that. The address is 357 Oak Street, 3rd floor.

Billy snorted.

B: No problem. I'll be there in fifteen.

Steve didn’t actually live that far from Billy, which was surprising. Billy was sure he had never seen Steve around. Brown-haired, doe-eyed and tall men were his kryptonite. He was pretty sure he’d remember a guy looking like Steve.

He parked his truck and Steve buzzed him in.

Billy stepped out of the elevator in Steve’s floor. It wasn’t hard to know which one was Steve’s door: it was the one ajar through which he heard cursing. He walked to the door and knocked on it before opening the door wider.

“Hey, it’s Billy,” he said after he opened the door and couldn't see anyone in the corridor.

“Yeah, come in, I’m a bit busy right now,” came from somewhere behind the open door. “Shut the door.”

Billy closed the door and turned to look at the corridor opening behind the door – and almost inhaled the gum he’d been chewing, followed by a coughing fit.

Steve was on his knees on the bathroom floor, leaning under the sink into the sink cabinet – his ass high up in the air, clad in nothing but wet, green basketball shorts that were glued to his ass and his hairy legs – jesus christ how can someone be that hairy – and not leaving any other assets to imagination either.

He backed out from the cabinet, turned around and sat on the floor. “Oh good, thank fucking lord,” he let out, looking tired but clearly relieved. When he saw Billy all red from coughing, his expression turned worried. “You okay?”

Billy nodded, still trying to catch his breath, and lifted the toolbox in his hand.

Steve got up and walked to the bathroom door, looking flustered and rubbing his hands to his thighs.

For fuck's sake would you stop doing that Harrington.

Billy was half hard already from seeing that wet ass, no further sights needed.

“I wish we could’ve met under other circumstances,” Steve said, smiling awkwardly, not knowing where to place his hands, on his hips, his arms crossed, again finding their place on his hips. He pointed at the toolbox. “Uh… I needed only one...”

Think about the tools. THE TOOLS.

“There are more than one size,” Billy croaked before coughing a few last times to his sleeve. “You didn’t tell me which, so I brought all I have.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Billy asked, his brows raising.

This is turning into a porn film cliché.

Steve turned red and grimaced, trying to turn it into an awkward smile. “Like I said in the message, I panicked.”

If he curls his hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes a few times I swer I won't be able to hold it.

Billy looked Steve in the eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate to all possible horrors of mismanaging a burst water pipe or a broken tap could cause. Then his eyes fell to Steve’s chest and the dark hair, a lot of it, that was clearly visible under the wet white t-shirt and he felt himself blushing.

Act normal, act normal, act normal....

To keep his thoughts on the task, Billy set the toolbox on the floor and took off his jacket and set it on the chair that was in the corridor. “Okay, let me take a look. Is the floor wet?”

Steve shook his head as he stepped aside to let Billy into the bathroom. “Not anymore. I mopped the floor, but I just didn’t see a point in changing clothes. Didn’t want to get the rest of my wardrobe wet.”

The bathroom was small, so they brushed against each other just a little as they passed, enough for Billy to get a whif of Steve's scent. He smelt of cedar wood, hairspray and a little sweat – a winning combo, apparently, since Billy's had to hold back a whimper and lock his eyes to the sink cabinet. “You didn’t think to call a plumber?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even, as he squatted in front of the sink and looked into the cabinet to check what kind of screws he had to open.

“I did. The one I reached said that if the drain isn’t clogged and the tap isn't leaking there’s no point in me paying for the nighttime extra and that he comes to fix it first thing in the morning. But he said that I should get rid of anything that’s under the sink so that he can get to work when he arrives. So I was doing that when I realized that I didn’t even have a coin I could try to pry open the screws.”

Billy took a deep breath. “Okay, well, that’s good. Based on your messages I was afraid that you were trying to fix the pipes with the screwdriver.”

Steve snorted, amused. “Well, I might not be a handyman but even I’m not that dumb.”

Billy looked up at Steve with a smirk. “You need to take this cabinet out for the plumber?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it’s good then that I brought my whole toolbox then because not all of these won’t open with a flathead, they need a Phillips.”

“They need a what now?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

Clueless pretty thing, definitely checks the box.

Billy got up and chuckled. “I’ll take the cabinet apart for you, now that I’m here. But could I get a glass of water first? The coughing…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Steve said and left the bathroom to fetch it.

Billy was setting up the electric screwdriver when Steve returned with the glass.

Steve was still wearing the same wet clothes, because of course he was.

I want to claw those off and bury my face into that chest hair.

Steve looking down at himself all of a sudden made Billy realize that he had probably stared a bit too intensively and blushing. He downed his water quickly before handing the empty glass back to Steve.

“Uh… I’ll leave you to it,” Steve said, smirking. “I'll go change.”

Yeah, you had to point that out. What, you want me to follow instead of taking this shit apart and fuck your brains off?

Well, okay, maybe Billy wanted to do that, but that was not what they'd agreed upon. Better if he stayed on his lane, for now.

This isn't a porn film, not a porn film...

“Yeah, this shouldn’t take long,” Billy replied, not daring to look back at Steve again, and got to work.

Once he had taken the cabinet apart he put away his tools and looked into the living room where the bathroom opened to. Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop and tapping away. He was wearing eyeglasses, something Billy hadn’t seen in any of the photos Steve had shared online. They fit him, framing his face nicely. Billy's eyes wandered lower and he realized that Steve was wearing only sweatpants, his glorious chest hair all on display. There was a lot of it indeed.

I want to press my nose into that, snuggle into it, run my fingers through it, tug it when I come. He cleared his throat. “Uh, I took the cabinet apart.”

Steve looked up, smiling and put the laptop away. “Hey, that’s awesome. Thanks, man! How can I repay you?” he asked as he walked to Billy.

Do not think about it, do not think about it, DO NOT…

“Uh...” Billy managed to get out, rubbing his neck with his hand. This wasn't a fucking porn film, he reminded himself, even if a handyman came to fix something at the house and oops, only the good looking little missus is at home, wearing skimpy clothes and instead of fixing anything they end up fucking against the kitchen counter like horny bunnies. Okaaayyy, well, Steve had been wearing wet skimpy clothes that left nothing to imagination and now he was wearing even less, he was maybe also a bit clueless and…

Billy tried to keep his head in check and glued his eyes on Steve's face. “Can I take you to dinner?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and measured Billy from head to toes with a lazy gaze.

Billy felt naked.

Steve smiled. “Uh… Should I be the one doing that, though?” He was quiet for a moment and smirked. “What if I'm all out of money and you have to get your pay, are there other ways I could do that?”

Billy swallowed and turned beet red. He let out a laugh and licked his lower lip.

Steve hooked his right thumb on the waistband of his sweats, pulling it down a bit and revealing the beginning of a very hairy happy trail.

The fucker.

Billy started to unbutton his shirt. “Well... Maybe we could come to a mutual agreement about that.”

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Please look forward to the lovely, wonderful and amazing work from the next contributor @hg-deranged-edition

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The fic is based on this meme:

[suotar]

In case you're still taking WIP Wednesday asks:

Old flame

I am! And thank you for asking!!!

Old Flame is really old draft I just recently remembered. Sometimes when you take a look at something you've drafted a long time ago you're like, is this my idea? I came up with this? Wow! This was one of those :D

But Steve really wasn't over Billy. He never was. When Eddie realised this he felt jealous and sad, but he loved Steve and wanted to just be a part of his life, so... “You know...I've always known that I love you more than you love me.” “That's not true, Eddie.” “No, it is, and you know it. And I'm happy despite that I get to share my life with you. I hope you love me at least on some level. But I know Billy is the love of your life. I know that now and it's fine.” Steve looks at Eddie with tears in his eyes. “I never really got over him leaving,” he whispered. Eddie smiled sadly. “I know.” He paused. “I think you should talk with him about it.” “No. He's gotten over me.” “Steve,” Eddie said, leaning to his elbow. “The way he looks at you...It's exactly the same way I look at you. He still has feelings for you.”

[disdaidal]

WIP tag game: Tell me about Touch Starved Roommates and A Late Visit please!

Touch Starved Roommates already answered here. :)

A Late Visit is the first fic I started writing for FF7R a while ago. I’ve been thinking about turning this story into a whole fic series where four characters are in a poly relationship together (I actually posted a little gifset about that on my side blog heh :)) and write different stories/versions about their relationship. This first part would be a smutty one-shot between Zack and Cloud.

I will ramble a little bit more about this idea under the cut and post a snippet of said story. If you’re curious about that, feel free to check it out. If not, then feel free to skip this altogether. :)

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So, my idea here is that Cloud and Zack are old friends who used to be soldiers working under the same company. Then, Some really bad shit happened in that company, forcing them both to quit and look for work as mercenaries instead.

They both have girlfriends—Cloud’s with Tifa and Zack’s with Aerith—who also happen to be best friends with each other (possibly even girlfriends later).

So, Tifa and Aerith are out having a girls’ night, and the boys stay home. It's late at night and Cloud feels bored and lonely. So, he calls Zack, who's equally bored and lonely, and so Cloud rides his motorcycle to Zack’s and Aerith’s place to spend some quality time with an ‘old friend.’

The boys hang out and chill together, talk about work and girlfriends, and reminisce about the good old times. They drink some beer, a little bit of something hard and bitter as well, and as a result, start feeling tipsy. Because they’re old friends and went through some truly tough times together—could be some old, long-buried feelings still linger there under the surface... buried but not forgotten—and so, one thing leads to another. :)

And here’s that snippet that I promised:

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There’s a silver barbell on Zack’s belly button. It glimmers with a small, clear diamond. Probably fake, but Cloud’s not an expert and doesn’t really care either. It looks very elegant on Zack… and incredibly hot.

The room temperature suddenly gets two or three degrees warmer. Cloud feels his brain short-circuit for a good long minute or so. His eyes go wide, and his mouth goes slack.

Zack clears his throat, drawing Cloud’s attention, and cocks his eyebrow. “Like it?” There’s a hint of smirk on Zack’s face, like he knows something that Cloud doesn’t. Bastard.

Cloud looks away, and he feels his face burn. It’s not polite to stare. Especially at a guy who’s his good friend, who Cloud totally didn't crush on in the army; who's still hot, if not even hotter now; and who's totally not taking advantage of his good looks by strutting around the house wearing that slutty crop top, showing off those killer abs and the belly button piercing. Not to mention those snug dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and firm ass just right.

Zack's smug face isn't helping, and knowing him, he's probably drinking it all up, enjoying Cloud's embarrassment. After all, Zack was always the one who preened and loved the attention (he's basically a puppy), whereas Cloud's shy and awkward and hated having all eyes on him. He still does.

Cloud's mouth feels dry and his heart beats so fast, but he finally dares a glance at Zack again. Who's still very much smirking and even quirks an eyebrow at him. Idiot.

"Looks good on you," Cloud finally attempts, croaks a little, and then tries not to cringe about it. "When'd you take it exactly?"

Zack practically beams at that. “Oh, I don’t know, six months ago maybe?" The brunet replies. All casual, like it's no biggie. Like having your belly button pierced is the most common thing in the world. Cloud frowns.

“Okay, so... What prompted you to take it?” He asks gently, genuinely curious now. He’s always known Zack to make decisions in the heat of the moment. The guy's carefree like that; doesn't really care what other people think about him.

Until he wants attention and praise, that is.

Zack laughs and shakes his head. “Well, there was this one time I got a bit too drunk at Seventh Heaven, and we had this stupid bet with Reno-” Cloud instantly rolls his eyes at the mention of Reno, “-that whoever loses the drinking game has to get one body part pierced.”

Cloud grunts, incredulously. “And you lost to Reno, of all people?”

Zack could always hold his liquor better than Cloud—in fact, there had been a couple of instances where Zack had literally had to carry a passed-out Cloud over his shoulder all the way from a pub back to his own apartment.

Something that Cloud prefers very much not to think about right now or how strong Zack really is. It's not doing him any favors here.

“Weird, right? Thought it was gonna be a piece of cake ‘cause you know me and how much I can drink, and there's no way that scrawny little asshole could ever beat me, but believe me or not, Reno can really hold his liquor. Apparently,” Zack laughs nervously, rolling his blue eyes a little. Cloud still doesn't quite believe him.

Zack continues: “So, after Reno had me beat at that game and we were like, totally wasted and all, he tried to change the rules. 'Cause that's Reno fucking Sinclair, right? Like, sheesh, fuck that guy. Anyway, he was gonna try changing the rules so the winner can choose which body part you have to get pierced.”

Cloud instantly grimaces and scoffs. Knowing Reno, he’s not exactly surprised to hear that.

"And knowing Reno and his twisted little mind, he started going back and forth about whether I should get my nipple, or hells, my dick pierced." Cloud's eyes go wide, and he actually snorts a little. Zack fervently continues, "Which, I'm not gonna lie, made me really fucking nervous 'cause could you even imagine getting your dick pierced? Like, how painful it could be?"

Cloud shudders; his shoulders shake. Although he can't deny there's a certain appeal to it—like, he's really straining not to think about Zack's dick right now and how it would look pierced—still, the whole idea sounds extremely painful to him.

He offers his friend a sympathetic look instead. “So, what happened, then?”

“Well,” Zack smirks. He drapes one tanned, muscular arm over the backrest of the couch. Just behind Cloud’s head, which the blonde desperately tries to ignore. “Your girlfriend happened. You know how Tifa gets when she’s pissed, right?"

Cloud nods like it’s obvious. Of course he does—she’s his girlfriend, duh.

"Like, she just stared down at Reno with this kind of menacing look on her face that still gives me chills-” Cloud smiles; he knows exactly what Zack is talking about. “And she reminded him of some ‘agreement’ they have. I don’t know what that’s all about, and I’m not sure I even want to know, but Reno totally paled out. I’ve never seen him that freaked out or witnessed anyone shut his mouth as quickly as Tifa did, so it was kind of funny. So, there. All thanks to your wonderful girlfriend, my dick and nipples are still intact.”

Cloud smirks and hums at this. So very proud because that's his girl and he knows he can always count on her to do the right thing. He finally dares to peek at Zack's piercing again, still feels slight heat on his face and gives it a pointed look. “So, how’d you end up with that one?”

Zack kind of beams again and then looks down, almost shyly. “Ah. Well… it was Aerith’s suggestion, actually. She thought it would look good on me, so I took it. And then she said she likes it, so I haven’t taken it off yet.”

[robthegoodfellow]

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[lovebillyhargrove]

Billy opens his locker and finds a pink envelope with a nicely ornamented piece of stationery inside

Roses are red, violets are blue.

Chocolate is brown.

All I wanna do is go down.

On you.

Your secret admirer ❤️

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A little harringrove game maybe? As we are nearing the corniest holiday which Billy despises 🤮 and Steve goes all excited and extremely naughty about 🥰😏, make up your own silly valentine verse Steve would write for Billy and hide it in his locker, or vice versa. It starts with "Roses are red .."

Idea based on one of these amazing pictures

Tagging @dragonflylady77 @maybetorbie @akichania @kuroubojin @lorifragolina @fawcett-hairspray-club @shieldofiron @rascheln @richard-michael-afton @suometar @harringrovelove and anyone who would like to do it💖

[medusapelagia]

February Acts of Kindness challenge

Day 5: Send love to your favorite creators ( @st-loveconfessions )

I want to send my love to @noxdrawstrash and thank them for writing one of the fics I'm most obssessed with, and to @a-redharlequin who's an amazing writer and a lovely person!

Also a big shout-out to all the people who are both creators and events' mods! I'm impressed by how you manage to be both and I'm so so grateful for your presence in the fandom! To name just a few who comes to my mind:

@steddieas-shegoes, @wynnyfryd, @fuctacles, @hawkinsleather, @suometar, @nomadic-wolf, @kallisto-k

but there are many others and I really want to thank them all for their hard work! <3 !

[lorifragolina]

Last line

I was tagged by @eriquin, I'm sorry for answering late but I'll try to be more consistent! Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

It was hard knowing he was only in second place, but he had to suffer it until the end.

(it seems a really plain line but it broke my heart when I wrote it :P)

Tagging 19 people (I don't know if I can, why can't I write shorter sentences?)

@talanashta @dame-zoom-a-lot @bigdumbbambieyes @ihni @lovebillyhargrove @shieldofiron @fawcett-hairspray-club @spaceofentropy @suometar @theladycarpathia @runraerun @camaro-and-smokes @medusapelagia @jad3w1ngs @kayleeofcamelot @cuddle---buddy @whataboutthefish @raven-cl @dragonflylady77

[teasemates]

Now, if this had been real, this is where I (as the person getting their request fulfilled) would write a DM and thank you for doing it/for accepting the thing. It was lovely, thank you very much.

Billy: We're thrilled you liked it! You're welcome! It was actually kind of fun. Took some time for butter-fingers over there to do the tying, but it was nice. I enjoyed it a lot! Next time (if there is one) we're getting a nicer rope. Sorry about any future request, I'm gonna have to nurse those rope burns for a while.

Steve *slightly offended, pouting*: Hey! I already said I'm sorry for getting shitty rope! How was I supposed to know that not just anything works. And it was my first time too, haven't tied anyone like that before. But it was fun, I'll give you that. I'll promise to tie nicer knots next time.

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This is Billy's and Steve's Onlyfans RP account. Billy and Steve are "running" the account, the team behind it is Aggressiveviking & Suometar. Feel free to play into or out of the rp in any way you like, all interactions are welcome 💕💕

[camaro-and-smokes]

A Shot for Life

Chapter 16: Lock the Door and Throw Away the Key

Warnings: no warnings, no new tags

Summary: Steve pulled Billy against him, leaning in and brushing Billy’s ear with his lips. The touch made Billy shiver, made him gasp—made him forget about everything except right now. “I don't care if it's small, I like it,” Steve said, voice low. “It’s the home of my favorite person in the whole wide world.”

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The lights hit Billy’s face, hot and harsh, dissolving him into a faceless blur on the cream-colored backdrop. Catalog shoots were the worst. Especially when they weren’t just the ‘same foot on the same pedestal with yet another shoe’, but the kind where you had to be present because your face was in each shot.

It was the second day, late afternoon, and it all felt already like a loop of bad TV reruns. Change clothes. Stare blankly. Move an inch to the left. Forget yourself, just be a clothes rack.

The camera flashed relentlessly, the lens a hungry eye that consumed him without feeling. The stylist and makeup artist took turns hovering around him, clipping, pinning, fussing.

“Turn your chin slightly,” the photographer called. “Bring your left shoulder down.”

It was all distant, a low drone beneath the humming lights. Nothing new. Billy performed as expected, his body moving with a mechanical precision, each gesture timed and calculated.

But inside, he was miles away, in Steve’s arms. The thought of Steve made him smile involuntarily, and the photographer huffed at him.

Billy winced. “Sorry, sorry. Won’t happen again.”

“Let’s take five. And wipe that grin off your face for the last set, Hargrove,” the photographer said, amused. “It makes you look like you’re up to something and the client doesn’t want that.”

Billy chuckled as they stepped by the snack table and took a protein bar from it. “Yeah, I know, they don’t pay me for my smiles but my brooding.”

“Nah, the shots Harrington took of you were brilliant. I saw a few drafts.” The photographer took a bite of the apple he grabbed from the table. “It’s clear you two worked really well together. He’s in a league of his own, but the subject also has a play in it all and you nailed it.”

Billy couldn’t hold back a smile at the praise. “Yeah, it was something else to stand in front of his camera. Nothing I’ve experienced before.”

The photographer nodded. “And probably won’t for a while. There’s no one quite like him. Well, Hagan, sure, but he’s not…original. Not like Harrington.”

Billy ate the rest of his protein bar in thought before continuing. “I have a shoot with Hagan in Milan, just before fashion week. What’s he like?”

The photographer sighed and shook his head a little. “All I can say is just keep your cool. He’s an asshole. And that’s not a rumor. I’ve worked with him. Not a fun guy to be around. But he’s too talented to be ignored, so everyone just tolerates him. You should do that too. Don’t let him get under your skin.”

“Wow. I’ve heard the rumors, but didn’t know they were real. Not like the ones of Ste—Harrington,” Billy said, catching himself just in time.

The photographer looked at Billy for a moment, as if pondering something. “I’m not one for rumors myself, usually, but…” he started, leaning in. Then he frowned and shook his hand dismissively. “Ugh, never mind. Just forget it. I don’t want to spread those. It’s old news anyway, and I want to keep myself out of that shit show.”

Billy looked at him curiously, but decided not to prod further. All kinds of rumors were floating around and the guy was right. Whatever he’d heard, Billy was probably better off not knowing. He’d learned that with Steve and he wanted to hold on to that principle tighter now than he had before.

When the photographer vanished from his side, Billy walked to the wardrobe section of the studio where his own things were. He pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jacket and saw that it was full of messages from Steve.

Billy’s heart clenched and something fuzzy fluttered in his stomach as he opened the messaging app.

10:40 am “Smiling because I’m thinking of you.”

11:06 am “Stupidly smiling over here because of you.”

11:48 am “I know you’re working, but I’m grinning because I can’t stop thinking of you. Just so that you know.”

11:48 am “Didn’t mean the previous one to sound obsessive. Sorry.”

01:19 pm “You’re seriously making it impossible for me to work today because I can’t keep you out of my mind. In a non-obsessive way.”

01:20 pm “God, I’m so bad at this. I miss you. I hope I at least made you smile 😊 I made the arrangements for the weekend trip. It can ’t come soon enough.”

Billy couldn’t help but laugh because he felt the same way. And he missed Steve so much. Even though over the last two days they had messaged each other several times a day and even called to say good night.

He wanted to go to Steve’s and vanish back into that sweet bubble they had spent the weekend in. He knew he could do that and Steve would surely accept him with open arms, but also if he did it, he’d be late to everything, never able to let go of Steve on time—as was proved on Sunday.

And maybe it would also be a bit too forward. Too much, too soon. Because what he really wanted was to stick to Steve like a leech and just exist in his periphery, never leave his side, not even for work.

Yeah. He wanted to do all the things he’d messed up every relationship with before. Not allowing the other person time and space they needed to settle into a relationship.

God, did he want this relationship to last.

He typed a message to Steve.

02:39 pm “U made me laugh 😆❤️ I don ’t think you’re obsessive. Ok maybe just a lil’ 😉 It ’s ok I feel the same babe. Ttyl gotta go back to work. Can’t wait to see u.”

The stylist Mina, who had been working with him at the shoot in the Bahamas, was already waiting with the next garments for Billy to put away his phone. She nodded towards it with a teasing grin. “You got someone special there?”

Billy looked at her, blushing. Since they’d worked together before, the heat creeping up his neck didn’t feel as embarrassing as it would’ve if she were a stranger. “Why?” he asked with a shy smile.

She chuckled and smiled softly. “Hah, I knew it. You definitely have someone. That blush gave it away.”

Billy chortled. “Yeah. I have someone,” he admitted.

“Damn,” she said. “Would’ve hit on you if you weren’t taken. I hope she knows what a snack she’s got.”

Billy’s smile faltered a little, even though he still felt the blush on his cheeks. Her words reminded him of the facade he still needed to keep up. He couldn’t mention that the someone was a he . He couldn ’t afford it, not now. Even if that wouldn’t have mattered to the world or even Givenchy, it mattered to him. It meant too much .

And at that thought he reminded himself that he, in fact, couldn ’t tell the world, even by accident, who he was dating. Not now. Not for a very long time if he didn’t want to mess up not just the relationship but his and Steve’s work, too. Professional integrity, people’s perceptions…

He forced his smile to widen. “Yeah, she knows.”

+ + +

A few days later, Billy arrived home late with some greasy takeout, hoping Heather wouldn’t be there to give him the stink eye for him giving in to his urges. In his own defense, he felt miserable because he hadn’t been able to sleep last night and his appetite had been basically non-existent since leaving Steve’s on Sunday. So, he’d decided he needed the calories in any way possible.

To his surprise, he found Max in the hallway, sitting in the staircase with a Diet Coke next to her and scrolling through her phone.

“Hey loser,” she said without even glancing up from her screen. “Long day at work? Yeah, me too.”

Billy’s tired brain couldn’t come up with anything witty to say, or anything for that matter, so he just laughed as he opened the door to the apartment. “Yeah. Long.”

He closed the door after she’d squeezed herself past him into the cramped hallway. “Who let you into the building?”

“The granny who lives on the floor above. The one with the ugly pug,” she stated as he locked herself into the bathroom.

“Right. I need to tell her not to let suspicious looking women in. You might be a spy for all she knows,” Billy said through the door, grinning, and took his stuff to the kitchen and started to unload his bags.

Max joined him a while later. “God, if you hadn’t come home when you did, I would’ve had to go to her place to pee. Maybe I could’ve snooped around and stolen a few bones from her dog for you to go with that,” she said, circling her finger in the air in the general direction of the takeaway boxes on the table, “whatever that is.”

Billy opened one box and turned it around for her to see. “Steaks. It’s just steaks. You know, meat? Ever heard of it?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I spy with my little eye…Hey! They’re drenched in barbecue sauce!”

Billy looked at the food sheepishly. “Okay, well…But I need my proteins!”

She looked around the table and made an audible gasping sound, snatching a smaller box from the table.

Billy missed stopping her just by a moment. “Hey! Give it back!” he yelped.

She glared at him as she opened the box. “I knew it! Garlic wedges. Potatoes certainly weren’t meat or even protein the last time I checked,” she teased him.

“Give it to me,” Billy repeated, emphasizing each word, and snatched the box back. “I’m hungry, okay?”

“You’re never hungry enough to eat a day’s worth of calories in one sitting unless you’re miserable,” she stated and turned to take plates for them from the cupboard.

Billy took two water bottles from the fridge and set them on the table before sitting down. “I guess I am miserable,” he said with a small voice.

Max looked at him, concerned. “What’s going on? I thought you’d be on top of the world after last weekend.”

Billy speared one steak with his fork and put it on the plate, not knowing where to start. “Nothing.”

She followed his movements with her gaze and let him pile his plate with food, not rushing him. Knowing him .

He stared at his full plate, still not knowing what to say. Or where to even start.

She still said nothing, just waited for him to find the words.

“I only ate one fucking protein bar yesterday and the day before, ok? I haven’t slept properly since Sunday and I haven’t eaten anything today. Just couldn’t,” he finally blurted out.

Her expression softened, and a smile tugged the corner of her mouth. “Oh, wow.”

Billy watched her piling food on her own plate, knowing what she meant but not wanting to admit it. “What ‘oh wow’?”

“These…inabilities,” she started, licking the sauce from her finger that spilled on it when she put the meat box down, and arched her eyebrow. “They don’t happen to have anything to do with a certain photographer?”

Billy poked the potatoes on his plate, feeling the tips of his ears burning. “And what if I say yes?”

Max stabbed a wedge with her fork and pointed at him with it. “Then you,” she said and took a bite of the potato, “are in trouble.”

Billy shook his head, trying to keep the smile forming on his lips. “Shut up. It’s not like that.”

She hummed and ate the rest of her potato, amused, giving him a long look, just waiting for him to admit it.

Billy cut his steak and ate the piece before relenting. “Maybe a little.”

Her face broke into a knowing smile. “Yeah, you didn’t sound like it’s anything little when you bragged about four fucks over one night.” She pointed at him with her fork before he could interject. “And yes, I mean his cock, too.”

Billy threw a napkin at her. “Fuck you,” he said, but couldn’t hold back a laugh.

She grinned. “Yeah, I love you too, dipshit. So, why don’t you call him and ask him to come over?”

Billy was taken aback. “Weren’t you the one who told me to be careful with this thing?”

“I know. I’m as shocked about it as you are,” she shrugged, setting down her fork and taking a swig from her water. “But not eating or sleeping while working on the biggest campaign of your life so far isn’t good either.” She shook her head and a fond smile caressed her face. “If your sleep and appetite returns when you allow yourself to see him, then maybe you should try that. But only if you think you can keep your head cool about it. You can’t let your work suffer from it.”

“Thanks mom for letting me see my boyfriend,” Billy said with a lilt. “I promise to be a good boy and not let him go further than first base.”

She rolled her eyes so hard that Billy could almost hear them twisting in her head. It made him laugh.

“You know what I mean!” she exasperated with a smile. “Just don’t forget everything else that’s important. I think a guy of his caliber understands that.”

Her tone was light, but Billy acknowledged the meaning behind the words. “Yeah, I think he does.”

Their discussion was interrupted by the front door buzzer going off.

She cocked her head. “Waiting for someone at this hour?”

Billy frowned. “Not that I know of. Oh, maybe it’s Heather,” he said, getting up. “She sometimes forgets her phone and keys.” He wiped his hands to a napkin as he walked to the end of the corridor and pushed the talk-button. “Yo?”

“Uh…”

Silence.

“Hello?” Billy tried again.

“Is this…Billy?”

Billy recognized the voice, and his heart jumped into his throat. “Steve?” he asked, incredulous.

“Oh, thank god!” Steve let out a relieved sigh. “I thought I had the wrong address.”

Billy bit his lips for a moment. While he was excited that Steve was here, as if summoned by his own thoughts, he would’ve wanted him to meet Max just a bit later. But ok, now it was. “Come on up. Fourth floor.”

Billy was waiting in the doorway when Steve stepped out from the elevator with a coy smile. Billy smiled back, his heartbeat quickening. He realized how much he had missed Steve, and it had been just a few days.

“What are you doing here and at this hour?” he asked quietly when Steve reached him.

“Missed you,” Steve said, the words full of playfulness and something deeper.

There was a burn in Steve’s eyes Billy recognized immediately. “Oh, really?” he teased, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah,” Steve said, stepping closer and reaching out to brush Billy’s arm with his fingers. “Missed being in the same space with my boyfriend.”

The word hit Billy with unexpected warmth and his heart soared from the knowledge he wasn’t the only one who wanted this that much and couldn’t stay away. “Mr. Harrington,” he drawled, smirking. “I never thought you’d be so clingy.”

Steve leaned his elbow high up on the door frame and leaned in, giving Billy a slow once-over. “You can’t really blame me,” he said huskily. “I have such a fine specimen here…”

“Did he come for a booty call?” Max’s voice carried through the door, making both of them flinch.

Steve’s face fell, and his expression turned into utter surprise. He looked at Billy, wide-eyed.

Billy blushed and squeezed his eyes closed, letting out a small laugh. “That’s…uh…that’s my sister,”

“She’s here?” Steve mouthed, mortified.

Billy nodded with a laugh. “You should’ve called.”

“Well, you said she lived in Chicago,” Steve chuckled.

“Hey, I didn’t know she was going to be around tonight. She was already here when I came home. Wanna still come in?”

Steve ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times and smoothed his shirt. “How do I look?”

Billy measured him from head to toes and back with his eyes, then made a so-so gesture with his hand. “Presentable.”

Steve rolled his eyes, amused. “Oh gee, thanks.”

Billy grinned as he opened the door behind him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Billy closed the door behind them and watched, his heart still in his throat, as Max reached out her hand and introduced herself. Steve took it and gave it a firm shake, and for a moment Billy was expecting him to don the steely professional facade he’d come to recognize.

Instead, Steve’s smile was wide and the tone of his voice warm. “Nice to meet you, Max. I’m Steve. Harrington.”

“So, you’re Mr. Big,” she said with a lilt.

Billy knew his sister well enough that the tone she said the words in immediately told him she was going straight for the kill. Killing Billy, that is. “Maxine…” he muttered a warning.

Max looked at Billy with a smirk. “What do you want me to say?” Then she turned back to Steve. “You’re the one Billy loses his appetite for. That makes you quite big.”

Steve glanced at Billy with a small, amused smile, but a faint blush was dusting his cheeks.

“Oh, fuck you, Max,” Billy scoffed.

She looked at him, mock-offended. “What? I’m being nice. You know I could’ve gone with something that would’ve made you both blush.” She looked back at Steve. “He’s always scared something’s gonna slip out of my mouth. I never do that.”

“You already started with a booty call,” Billy said, mortified, and looked at Steve. “Don’t believe her. She’s always like this.” Wanting to get past the embarrassment she had created, Billy spurred into action and pulled the hem of Steve’s jacket gently. “Give me your coat. I’ll hang it up.”

As Billy put Steve’s jacket on the hook, Max grinned at him the same way she’d done when they’d been teens and she’d gotten under his skin with a simple playful tease. She would give him that look and run to her room, giggling and barely saving herself from roughhousing. Billy glared daggers at her, feeling exactly the same as he had then. It felt oddly comforting. She had welcomed Steve as herself, just like Steve had greeted her, and that was a good thing.

“You hungry?” Billy asked Steve, who was looking around the tight corridor with a small, approving smile on his face. “Haven’t eaten all day, so got some takeaway. There’s plenty.”

A concerned crease appeared between Steve’s eyebrows. “You haven’t eaten all day?”

There was a warmth in Steve’s voice that made Billy’s heart trip over itself.

Max cleared her throat with a smile and she began gathering her things. “I’ll call an Uber.”

Billy felt brave enough to place his hands on Steve’s waist and push him towards the kitchen in front of him. “Yeah, you better,” he quipped in her general direction.

Billy let go of Steve when they got to the kitchen and was about to go to the cupboard for a plate when Steve grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

“I didn’t get a welcome kiss,” Steve whispered, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he leaned in, pressing his lips against Billy’s.

Steve’s mouth was hot, urgent, full of all the things Billy had missed and more. Billy pushed against him, his body tingling, his miserable feelings all forgotten. He wanted this, wanted to stay right here, feel everything. And when Steve wrapped his arms around Billy’s back, pulled him even closer, deeper into the kiss, Billy could hardly breathe.

Didn’t want to, didn’t need to. He could live off this forever.

“Welcome,” he said when they finally, reluctantly pulled apart. He wanted more, already. Wanted to pick up right where they left off, not hold anything back.

Steve looked back at him, his eyes bright and filled with something that matched Billy’s own longing, laughing softly. “Thanks for having me.”

They were settling on the table when Max appeared in the doorway, a grin spreading across her face. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

“Weren’t you supposed to be gone already?” Billy shot back.

She chuckled. “I originally came here to tell you that I’ll be moving to New York in a few months. My boss transferred here.”

Billy looked at her, surprised. “Oh.”

Max smiled. “Yeah. We can talk about it later. It was really nice to meet you, Steve.”

A wide smile spread across Steve’s face. “You too, Max. I’m sorry I interrupted your evening.”

She chuckled. “It’s okay, I deserved it. See you.”

When Max was gone, Billy sat across the table from Steve, who was now looking at him, concerned.

“Why haven’t you eaten?”

There was a worried tone in his voice that warmed Billy’s chest. The people interested in him not eating—or about anything he did—so far had been few. “Just couldn’t.”

There was a teasing grin tugging the corner of Steve’s mouth up as he looked at all the boxes on the table. “So, this is the solution?”

Billy laughed, shaking his head, and nudged Steve’s foot under the table. “No, you’re the solution.”

The look on Steve’s face softened, and he reached out his hand to brush Billy’s hand with his fingers. “You missed me that much?”

Tears were suddenly pressing behind Billy’s eyes, the realization of the depth of his feelings a heavy weight on his shoulders.

He was stupidly head over heels… in love. Just after a week. Just after barely two dates.

“Yeah,” he whispered and looked down at the now cold and soggy meat and potatoes on his plate.

“Billy, look at me,” Steve said softly.

When Billy did, he saw Steve’s brown eyes welling with tears of his own. “Oh, baby,” he said, “I didn’t mean to make you cry…”

Steve wiped his eyes on his arm. “It’s okay, it’s not that. I…I came here, bec—uh, because I…I can’t…” Steve swallowed.

For a moment, Billy’s stomach was already dropping ten floors underground when Steve finally found the words.

“I can’t sleep and it’s because…the pillow and the sheets smell like you—and you’re not there.” He squeezed his eyes closed and looked away, shaking his head a little. “It’s so pathetic. I’ve slept alone for so long and now…”

“It’s not pathetic,” Billy whispered. “It’s sweet. No one has ever lost sleep because of me.”

Steve looked back at Billy. “No one has ever lost their appetite for me, either.”

Billy didn’t care if he was a fool for letting himself get in this deep, this fast. He wanted it, wanted to dive in, wanted to be Steve’s. He’d never been this sure of anything, this sure that he could let it happen, that he could let himself go. It was terrifying. It was the best he’d felt in ages. “Maybe we can think of a solution to those problems,” he said with a small smile.

Steve nodded, smiling gently. “Yeah, I believe we can come to some kind of arrangement to fix them. But should we eat? So that we get your problem off the table.”

Billy smirked. “Eager to get to fixing yours?”

The smile on Steve’s face widened, and he did another slow once-over of Billy . “Well…maybe sleeping wasn’t the only thing I had in mind when I came here.”

+ + +

After they’d eaten, Billy was holding his stomach and let out a burp. “Sorry!”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay.” He rubbed his own stomach. “God, that was heavy. I feel like I’ve eaten a whole cow. This is seriously your depression food? What happened to ice cream?”

“I may have eaten with my eyes when I chose all this,” Billy chuckled. “It was good you came to help with it because otherwise I’d probably eaten it all by myself.” He winced. “And then passed out into a food coma.”

“I feel like I could pass out right about now.”

A new hunger woke inside Billy. “You wanna stay the night?”

Steve brushed Billy’s ankle with his foot under the table. “You want me to?”

Billy licked his lips. “Of course I do.”

A lopsided grin spread across Steve’s face. “Well, I guess I’m staying then.”

Billy got up, taking Steve’s hand. “Come on. We can clean up in the morning.”

As Billy opened the door to his room, he turned the lights on and looked at Steve, who was taking it all in. The bookshelf, the open clothes rack in front of the closet, the small desk in the corner by the window, the bed on the other side. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed. The room was fairly spacious, but still barely half the size of Steve’s closet. “I’m sorry it’s small,” he said, almost apologetically.

Steve looked at him with a reassuring smile. “I don’t mind. The studio apartment where I lived for years before I got the first Gucci gig was the size of this room and your kitchen. And it didn’t even have a proper kitchen,” he said with a laugh. Then he pulled Billy against him, leaning in and brushing Billy’s ear with his lips.

The touch made Billy shiver, made him gasp—made him forget about everything except right now.

“I like it,” Steve said, voice low. “It’s the home of my favorite person in the whole wide world.”

Billy turned, found Steve’s mouth, tasted him, let him know he meant it.

The world outside faded away, leaving them in the quiet and calm of the room. Billy let himself breathe, let himself take it all in, take in Steve, his lips, his body, his need.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in the sheets, the glow of the street lamps casting shadows in the ceiling, painting the room with bluish hue. The street was quiet like it always was at this hour, so the loudest sound in the room was the hum from the air conditioning and their breathing.

Billy watched Steve’s chest rise and fall, savoring the moment between them, tracing patterns in his chest hair with his finger.

“Hey you,” Steve whispered.

Billy turned to look at him and was met with a smile. “Hey yourself.”

Steve pulled his hand away from under Billy’s neck and turned on his side to face him, moving close enough to so that there was space enough just for their arms to lie between them.

Billy could’ve leaned in for a kiss, but Steve took Billy’s hands in his and placed kisses on the knuckles of both of them. Just softly brushing them with his lips, like they were something delicate, something that would break from a harder touch.

“I…When I couldn’t sleep I…thought of things,” Steve said, his tone careful.

Billy waited, not wanting to rush Steve from finding the words.

“You know how…one experience can give you a bad taste for every other similar one even before they’re happening?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. I think about it all the time.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “With me?”

“Uh huh. Just…” Billy hesitated. “Max thinks I’m rushing into things. You know, feelings. Everything.”

Steve’s gaze didn’t waver. “She’s probably not wrong,” he said, but there was a warmth in his voice that put Billy at ease.

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” Billy confessed. “Like I did all the others. Rushed into them and then…”

Steve intertwined their fingers. “You can’t mess this up,” he assured.

“So…you don’t have a bad taste about us?” Billy asked carefully.

“No, of course not. I just…thought I’d given up on all of this.” Steve squeezed Billy’s hands gently. “It’s just…the last time I let myself get this close to someone, it didn’t go well.”

The deflated expression on Steve’s face almost broke Billy’s heart. He squeezed Steve’s hand in return. He wanted to comfort Steve, but he also didn’t want to interrupt him when he was sharing clearly something so personal, so important. When Steve was this vulnerable in front of him for the first time. “What happened?” he asked quietly after a while when Steve said nothing.

Steve took a deep breath as if he was going through a massive hurdle. “He cheated on me.”

Billy lifted his hand to brush Steve’s cheek with it. “Baby…I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He thought for a while, wanting to know more. “Was it someone like me?”

Steve took Billy’s hand and kissed the palm. “He was nothing like you.” Steve looked like it was actually painful to bring himself to say more, to fully reveal that particular scar. “He was an arrogant prick who cared about no one else but himself.” He bit his lip for a moment. “And he’s still the same, hasn’t changed a bit.”

Billy suddenly got a bad feeling that he already knew who they were talking about. “Does he work in the industry or…?” he asked, his stomach tightening. “I mean, is there a chance I might run into him?”

“Yeah, your paths will most definitely cross,” Steve said, sounding tired. “It’s Tommy Hagan.”

[suotar]

Oooooo Goundhog Day and Anniversary for WIP Whateverday please!

Woooooo!

Groundhog day is so special to me rn!!!

But this time Billy turns around and looks at Steve. "There's this thing... it's fucked up. It's like this deja vu, I keep getting it when I'm with you and I can't explain why.” Steve looks at Billy with a sad smile. “How so?” “I really don't know,” Billy whispers after a while. “Just...it's so strange. I feel like I've known you for forever. Your words... It's as if I've heard them all before. And you know so much about me. I don't know how. But I know nothing about you, not really, things just seem so...familiar.” Billy paused, looking at his feet. “And I like it. That you know me.”

Anniversary is something I've been planning for ages and just got to draft more. I really hope to get it done and out there at some point :D

Steve is laying on his stomach, hugging his pillow. His dark chocolate hair is a mess. Billy smiles as he runs his fingers gently through it, careful not to pull any accidental tangles. Some of the locks are between Steve's mushed cheek and the pillow. The rest are a wild mop all over his face and on the pillow. Billy loves it when Steve's hair is like this. Untamed, unthethered, unbothered. Free. He likes when Steve's like that, too. Steve's been drooling in his sleep. Again. It never fails to be endlessly endearing to Billy. He'll never tell that to Steve, though, because Steve hates that he drools in his sleep. Waking up having your pillowcase wet every morning isn't classy, apparently, and Steve for some god forsaken reason still thinks that he should be classy. But that's his dad speaking, not Steve. Billy knows. It's not easy to let go of your past even if you're so much better now.

Thank you for asking 💜

[lingeringmirth]

WIP WEEKEND 2/8/2024

RIGHT. I have a flight on Monday and to allay my nerves I want to WRITE (also very behind on my two remaining bangs.)

I'll make it a little less mad than last weekend (and I'll get to the ones I have left from back then) and do 10 sentences for every ask.

My wips this weekend:

steddiebeebee

stsapphicbeebee

steddieangstyaugust

I'm tagging (no pressure): @medusapelagia @spectrum-spectre @devondespresso @augustjustice @formosusiniquis

@scoops-aboy86 @eriquin @katajainen @suometar

[robthegoodfellow]

Writing Patterns Game

Rules: share the first line of your last 10 published works or as many as you are able and see if there's any patterns.

Tagged by @dragonflylady77 awhile back! 💛

3DPC4EVA

A car never forgot the moment it came to—became aware.

¿Por qué no Halloween?

The line outside Club Quarry snaked around the block, an impatient technicolor parade of glitter and sequins, leather and feathers—and skin.

Only One Bed

Eddie got a job bartending at the Hideout a couple months before he finally graduated—third time’s the charm—in large part because the owner, Sam, was a close friend of the family.

A Little Death Do Us Part

Billy had been dead for four days when Steve finally made a breakthrough, muffled cracks as bones restitched and the crushed chest cavity filled, the rasp of rusted lungs expanding with breath.

Step Up

The divorce was finalized around Christmas, which is when Steve resolved to tell Robin.

Step 9

Steve didn’t know what he’d been expecting until the bells above the diner door let out a merry jingle—and there he was.

I'm Glad My Dad Died

Billy had a secret: he was glad his dad was dead.

Here I Go Again

Billy’d been warned against stopping in Stark County, but when you gotta go, you gotta go—and anyway, he was running low on gas.

Drummer Boy

Billy had always been a side sleeper, one hand wedged beneath his pillow—or tucked under his ear to hear the thrum of his pulse, steady and lulling on good nights, thudding fast on others, a dull roar that drowned out the shouts through the wall if he listened hard.

For My Baby, For My Man

Steve felt like a real asshole when Robin asked out of the blue one day, maybe a month after he and Billy became roommates, if the guy was paying part of his rent in labor.

no pressure tags (sorry if you already did this back when the game swept through originally): @imsodishy @ihni @shieldofiron @fizzigigsimmer @adelacreations

@suometar @spaceofentropy

[disdaidal]

Last sentence game

I got tagged by @suometar @andordean and @lovebillyhargrove to post the last sentence I wrote (fanfic / original writing etc.) and then tag as many people as there are words. Thank you so much for your tags! ♥

“I mean, you were in pretty bad shape last night. Still are, actually.  If I were him, I’d wait until you felt better.”

So, 23 people in total huh? I'm going to tag the next 23 friendly/familiar names that I can see in my activity and hope you're okay with it:

@hotdadlicense @ihni @gravegroves @boomhauer @rascheln @silvermoon-scrolls @introvertia @assortedfruitsnacks212 @bowiebond @kanirou-crosshack @memes-saved-me @deedoop @big--yikes @sensitivehandsomeactionman @oni-queen-magpie @landerspaul @astaldis @dragonflylady77 @thrud-of-asgard @releasemefromboredom @imsodishy @joefart @lazybakerart ♥

If you're not okay with being tagged / don't feel like participating, no pressure. <3

[katyawriteswhump]

Nine people I’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by @ataliagold and @queenie-ofthe-void Thank you <3<3<3

Last song I listened to: 'It must've been love' by Roxette for fic research purposes. Love it, though. I am always here for an epic 80s/90s power ballad.

Currently Watching: Avengers: Infinity War... for the first time. Yeah, I'm always really late to the party. Like, so late, the cows have gone home, had a snooze, and are heading out mooing again...

Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: We talking fic or food here!?! Either way, I swing all ways... also, shit at decisions.

Relationship Status: Married. We've know each other since we were 5. Yeah, it's weird apart from it isn't, honest.

Current Obsession: Writing fanfic. It's a life-long self-torture and obsession. For past 18 months (since I finally arrived typically late to the Stranger Things party) I've been shipping Steve/anyone. I love writing Steddie, been also enjoying a little Harringrove. However, when I came into this fandom I was really keen to write some more platonic fic, less romance and smut, so I started with platonic Steve & Hopper and Stobin, both of which I really want to write more of again sooooon.

Apart from, right now, I seem to writing more smut than in an age... even though I swore off it.

Go figure.

no pressure tags: @soupetroupe @hey-rach247 @iwillfindmyneverland @suometar @tea42 @epiclazershark

[lovebillyhargrove]

Tagged by my love @disdaidal (thank you😘) to make a collage/moodboard of

Favourite movie, character, animal, season, food, place, colour and hobby

Movie - plenty, let it be "Back to the future"

Character - Billy Hargrove

Animal - racoon

Season - August/September, golden autumn

Food - pickled vegetables, burgers, rolls, watermelon

Favourite place - ocean (live far away from it tho), the countryside, my bed/my apartment

Colour - various shades of turquoise/blue

Hobbies - beads, reading harringrove, hg headcanons and as of recently writing harringrove

It was fun! ❤️ Tagging (no pressure, only love) - @oopsiedaisiesbaby @thissortofsorcery @makeadealwithdean @rascheln @adelacreations @akichania @akioukun @memes-saved-me @suometar @edith-moonshadow @hoegrove @starkstruck27 @darleenjade @spaceofentropy @prettyboy-like-you @manwrre and anyone who'd like to do this fun game)