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thatgirlwithasquid · 1 year ago

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

technically this is a bit early but whatever, it's spooky season!

last year i did 'reverse trick-or-treat' where i dropped some art of billy in different halloween costumes in the asks of some mututals and blogs i followed in the billy/harringrove community. i wanted to do that sort of thing again this year, especially since there has been such an amazing increase of fandom positivity, mainly led by @intothedysphoria who we all love.

so i'm compiling the list of all the blogs to receive this years 'reverse trick-or-treat' drawings. i think all of these blogs are amazing people who are a brilliant addition to our fandom -- so even if they choose not to respond to the asks, that's fine, but here's some extra love <3

i wish i could have done more, but ive got other commitments and responsibilities right now, so my list only ended up being 49 people (still a lot! but not the eighty i was aiming for). of course, the fandom includes so many more kind and talented people, but here are just a few:

@chickensoupleg

@ginalinettiofficial

@salthat

@jaylikesrainbowtigers

@imsodishy

@half-oz-eddie

@adelacreations

@hellcheercaine

@safk-art

@dreaminginpencil

@dragonflylady77

@velocitytimes2

@gonegrove

@mourntheantagonist

@kittyphoenix12-xx

@hargrove-mayfields

@harringroveera

@ariesbilly

@shieldofiron

@intothedysphoria

@bigdumbbambieyes

@chrisbitchtree

@cuepickle

@memes-saved-me

@prettyboybillyhargrove

@ratbastardbilly

@hephaestn

@eddiebillysteve

@deedoop

@wrecked-fuse

@billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow

@ihni

@ofmiseryandghosts

@oopsiedaisiesbaby

@brightside-of-the-upsidedown

@harringrovest

@spaceofentropy

@ashyyboyy

@robthegoodfellow

@carito-dorito

@billyharringson

@neonponders

@kazhan-draws

@boffeeceans

@pupkiu

@stranger-rants

@applewillowstone

@gigacat

@destroya-hargrove

and then for everyone else who i was unable to create enough drawings for, or who i wanted to send one but had asks/asks with media turned off:

skeleton billy is having a cat-nap (hehe) after all his adventures, so another message from me: you're all so lovely!! this fandom is truly a wonderful place. hoping you all have an amazing halloween. and the same goes for anyone else reading this post <3

#billy hargrove #this was very anxiety inducing but im very glad to have done it #i tried to make this a mix of mutuals; fandom friends; people i follow; and people i have seen in my notifs #but sorry if you dont like being tagged in things!!#there were so many other people i wanted to add in but that wasn’t actually possible for me sadly #hoping everyone is having a great october regardless

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neonponders · 2 years ago

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For @chrisbitchtree !! 💋🍦

Thank you so much for donating to Harringrove for Turkey AND thank you so much for your patience, omg lol

Read on ao3 here ~

• • •

“When should we tell them?”

“We don’t,” Heather answered. The hard candy of her lollipop clattered against her teeth as she moved it from one cheek to the other with her tongue.

Robin blinked softly, following it before she remembered what they were talking about. “Steve’s my friend. I’m not leaving him to the whims of Billy Hargrove.”

“You’re nicer than me,” Heather disregarded.

“I thought you and Billy were friends.”

Heather looked at her over the rims of her sunglasses. “Where are you going with this?”

Robin looked back at the boringly empty Scoops Ahoy parlor. Slow days were a blessing and a curse. “You’re just in it for the show. I was too, back when I thought Steve was a total lady killer.”

Heather snorted. “I knew Steve was a sweetie way before you did. Don’t worry. Once the ruffled alpha feathers finally relax, they’ll see each other for what they are.”

“Disgustingly horny for each other?”

“Two alphas wanting to bone each other’s brains out isn’t disgusting…so long as they keep it out of my work hours. I don’t care where they get nasty, just stay the hell away from the pool. Draining and cleaning is a nightmare.”

Robin smirked and offered, “If it takes less than a month, I’ll trade jobs with you for a day.”

Heather looked at her, silently processing the offer. “You really think it’ll take them that long to be in each other’s pants?”

“Steve’s sweet but Hargrove only has so many strikes until he’s out of Harrington’s good graces.”

“Yeah but…hormones? The nose knows?”

Robin snorted. “I’ve seen first hand that Steve is predictably clueless and weirdly smart when I least expect it.”

Heather sighed an agreeing sound. “Billy surprises me too. He turns up his jean hems and irons them down.”

“You’re surprised he’s a diva? With that car?” Robin teased. “Have you seen his hair?”

Heather countered, “For a guy who’s trying to have all the peacock feathers of a war-prized veteran, he’s…soft.”

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that.”

So Heather did: “Usually it’s the girls who are supposed to teach the kids’ swimming lessons. Don’t get me started on that—”

“Regardless of second gender?”

“It’s old world bullshit,” Heather fumed and continued, “but it’s Billy. Billy’s the best one with the kids.”

Robin adjusted her position in the seat. It was going to be a real bummer whenever someone came in wanting ice cream, but for now, she enjoyed her extended break. “Steve’s the same. I never would have assumed he even liked kids, but the only people who ever visit him are next semester’s freshmen.”

Heather perked up. “The ones Billy’s sister is friends with?”

“Max,” Robin informed. “They’re all fine, I guess. In an…obnoxious freshman way. Max is the most tolerable of the bunch.”

“And she spends more time here than at the pool…” Heather contemplated aloud.

Robin felt inclined to correct, “She spends more time in the theater. Steve lets them into the R-rated films through the staff hallways.”

Heather dropped the stick of her lollipop into an ice cream cup and concluded, “A late night mall date sounds like just the thing.”

Robin stood up and disposed of the cup in the trash bin as she refuted, “I’m not friends with Billy’s sister, and the idea of recruiting a kid so her brother can screw my coworker gives me a bad taste.”

“Okay, prudish,” Heather scoffed. “What to you suggest?”

Robin smirked as she rotated to lean back against the glass, refrigerated case. “I’m so glad you asked.”

• • •

Steve sighed heavily, blunt fingertips scratching his neck as he mentally willed customers to keep walking past Scoops Ahoy. For some reason, all of Hawkins had him on their radar, and where was Robin to witness his ability to draw people into the store?

Steve needed to get laid. Between the internal itch of his body and him fidgeting near his glands, his throat was slowly becoming a red beacon. A dark blue, stupid sailor costume was not doing him favors in concealing it. And it was just his luck that he had to work solo on such a busy day—

“Wow. Do you want a cream for that rash?”

He frowned at none other, than Robin approaching the counter. Dressed in casual clothes, she pointed her stoic glare at him, but he’d developed a skill at reading her.

“You hate this place way too much to be here on your day off. What gives?”

She leaned on the counter with all the familiarity of someone used to being on the other side of it. “Word on the street is that Billy Hargrove is in the parking lot.”

Steve stared at her, visibly processing that until countered, “Robin. That’s not a rumor. You just saw him on the street on your way in here.”

“Whatever. Are you gonna make a move, or what?”

“Oh? A move?” His brows flew up towards the white sailor’s cap on his head. “Like the other move you suggested where I use the community pool’s gymnasium?”

“I didn’t know you could get ring worm from the gym,” Robin defended.

“No, I wouldn’t expect a band geek to know that.”

“You don’t need to go for my throat. At least it got you and Billy talking.”

“Yeah, because it was so thrilling for our first somewhat polite conversation to be him teasing me about the rancid gym. And he was right.”

Robin pursed her lips to the side and recalled one of Heather’s tactics. “Well he gave you nail polish for that, didn’t he?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed on her. “Buckley. I always knew band geeks can’t keep secrets—”

“The hell does that mean?” she recoiled.

“It means someone told him I needed to suffocate some ringworm on my skin!” Steve paused as his eyes darted over her. Steve might’ve been oblivious to her preferences until she spilled about Tammy Thompson, but damn it, that had been the key to a lock that was Steve figuring her out forevermore.

“Heather. You and Heather—!”

“They work together!” she shushed. “I had the best resource to help you with your dead end crush—”

“I am never a dead end,” he huffed. “Tammy Muppet Thompson is a dead end.”

“Okay,” she drawled in a hiss.

“Nothing stays at band camp! You squealed to Heather!”

“Why would I have supported your crush on Hargrove if I didn’t know you had a chance?”

That brought Steve up short. “You know he likes me?”

Robin’s dark blue eyes went wide. “Where did that get lost? Was it how he salivates around you so much that his tongue wags? That he brings you ice pops from the pool despite you working in an ice cream parlor? He behaves like it’s Florida or California, walking in here wearing only his swim shorts!”

“It’s hotter than hell outside, half the town is shirtless. Maybe if you’d told Heather to tell Billy that my favorite flavor isn’t cherry, I would’ve been impressed.”

“We’re always out of maraschinos because you eat them,” Robin countered. “What’s your favorite flavor?”

A deeper voice answered, “Caramel apple.”

Steve’s red neck blossomed up through his cheeks as Robin froze. Steve recovered faster, “You did say he was outside.”

“I thought we had time,” she bit out. “He takes so long to go anywhere, letting people look at him.”

“Are you two a package deal? Because I’ll need to read the fine print,” Billy remarked as he approached and placed two wrapped ice lollies on the counter.

Robin glanced at the green apple flavor boasting caramel sauce inside before she asked, “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough for all your customers and half the GAP to hear about you meddling in my sex life, thanks. Heather’s shifts for the rest of the month depend on how fast you can run.”

Instead of leaving, Robin smirked at him. “How about I take the rest of this shift, and you take the dingus to the pharmacy.”

Billy’s features flattened as he looked Steve over, not having considered him to be ill. He found the source quickly enough, sharp blue eyes riveted to his throat while Steve otherwise handed Robin his Ahoy sailor’s cap. However, she grasped it and frisbee-tossed it through the back room window.

“Screw company policy.”

“Oh-ho, look at you,” Steve sassed, shimmying his way around the counter.

They had to pass each other as she took over his shift, and her features pinched into a grimace. “You smell like a BLT. With pickles on the side.”

“My favorite,” Billy crooned, almost too quiet to hear.

A wave of heat swept over Steve, causing Robin’s eyes to roll while Billy’s nostrils widened. “God, get out of here before someone thinks we have salted caramel as a topping. You’re disgusting.”

“Maybe if you spent your time with Heather gossiping less and getting laid more, you’d sing a sweeter tone,” Steve finished, ice lollies in hand as he waved Billy through the staff door to the back room.

Billy’s composure lasted about as long as it took them to walk through another door to the hallways networking the back of the mall, and for the two of them to glance at each other. Billy’s hand slid over Steve’s lumbar, feeling his fellow alpha jump a little as the heat of his hand seeped through the sailor uniform. “Outside, pretty boy. You might lose your job if your scent lingers like that.”

“Why do you talk like that?” Steve blurted, shoving open the door to the outside. Hawkins was hotter than ever, and the lollies dripped condensation through his grip.

“Like what?” Billy countered, in the same husky tone as he let Steve back him up against the conveniently parked, maroon BMW. A good thing, indeed, that he’d worn a shirt today; the hot metal made him reach for one of the ice pops in Steve’s hand.

“Like you’re growling but shy.”

Billy pulled the wrapping apart to expose the green pop with murky innards promising caramel sauce. Instead of answering directly, he knocked his leg against Steve’s. The natural humidity on their skin made them stick, just for an instant, deliciously together. Billy liked the friction of their leg hair together. “And why’s it taken you this long to stand up to me?”

“I’ve always stood up to you. I just didn’t realize you liked being courted like this—that’s insane.”

Billy had bitten right through the corner of the green lolly that was threatening to melt into slush any second. His head tipped backward, a fast gesture to spare his teeth from the cold chunk in his mouth. “It’s ninety-eight degrees, Harrington, and we haven’t even reached today’s high yet.”

“You’re telling me,” Steve said as he raised the other lolly to the back of his neck. Billy’s tongue moved around his mouth, eyes resting way too long on Steve’s crimson neck. The poor guy was clearly in the cusp of a rut in the thick of July. It was a damn shame, for Billy’s cool fingertips found the edge of an inflamed gland and Steve vocally sighed at the tickling relief.

“You might actually need an ointment for this.”

Steve huffed and shoved the lolly—now ice pack—underneath the hair on his neck. “I get sweat rashes in the summer. This hair comes with a price that my glands pay.”

“Uh huh,” Billy purred, watching Steve’s mouth connect with the top of his ice cream and how his cheeks hollowed while he sucked the caramel out. A thread of sauce followed Steve up before he licked his lips—

Billy chased after it, licking sugar off of Steve’s lips between their kiss before Steve pushed his sweet tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s fingertips found Steve’s chin and cheekbone, holding him in place while he switched sides. Their noses bumped together and Billy smiled against Steve’s overeager pursuit of his mouth. Getting teeth instead of lips made Steve complain, “Do I really smell like a BLT?”

Those doe eyes looked huge across the distance of their breath. Billy shamelessly gripped the red knot of the Scoops Ahoy ascot and pulled Steve’s uniform off his skin so Billy could press his nose against a collarbone. In his other hand, green apple juice dripped over his hand.

“Not yet, at least. You busy this weekend?”

The artificial highlights in Steve’s hair beamed in the summer sun as a dopey smile lifted his tired face. “I sure hope so. You mean with you, right?”

Billy nodded his head toward the car behind him. “We’ll take my car, before the heat takes you out.”

“What’s wrong my car?”

“I can’t drive home smelling you.”

Billy watching Steve’s throat move as he swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

#harringrove #harringroveforturkey #harringrove for turkey #chrisbitchtree #neonponders #alpha!billy #alpha!steve

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thissortofsorcery · 2 years ago

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15 Questions

Tagged by @lovebillyhargrove and @chrisbitchtree!! Thank you! 💗💗💗

Are you named after anyone?

Nah, just an angel name

When was the last time you cried?

I cried last night watching The Legend of Vox Machina :)

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm?

Oh yeah. I love sarcasm, it's hilarious to me.

What is the first thing you notice about someone?

Hair. It's a thing. I just love hair?

What is your eye colour?

Brown!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies, but if it's demons I'm out. I'm OUT. I was raised catholic and I DO NOT fuck with that.

Any special talents?

I can lace my toes together like fingers. There are pictures. It's totally not weird, but a lot of people say it's weird.

Where were you born?

Brazil

What are your hobbies?

Writing, drawing, playing the sims. I journal sometimes, and I have so many notebooks for so many things that I like to keep updated. Is note taking a hobby?

Do you have any pets?

Yes!!!! Four cats.

What sports do you play/have played?

Noooone. Don't like sports, don't like team playing.

How tall are you?

5’5”. 1,65m

Favourite subject in school?

English (the language, not literature (gag)), because it was easy. I hated school.

Dream job?

Being a writer. For books or TV.

Tagging, but no pressure! @hephaestn @bigdumbbambieyes @every-dayiwakeup @dragonflylady77 @geriatricfangirl @starkstruck27 @mollyfaraday

#tag games #thank yoooou #once again i am so sorry it took me forever to answer

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adelacreations · 2 years ago

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Tag a bunch of people you want to get to know...

Tagged by @thissortofsorcery!!

Relationship status: Single

Favourite color: black

Favourite food: fried plantains!!! It's a treatttttt

Song stuck in your head: Pretend the World Has Ended by She Wants Revenge (I have been drawing re8 harringrove LMAO)

Dream trip: Korea or Taiwan! I wanna go and visit and enjoy the street food!

Last book you read: Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff (a THICC BITCH TOO)

Last book you enjoyed reading: Same

Last book you hated reading: Grapes of Wrath. Fuck AP Language

Favourite thing to cook/bake: Udon noodles with a hearty broth and some fried pork belly! Or marinated pork belly with seasoned rice!

Favourite craft to do in your free time: gardening!

Most niche dislike: Mouth sounds. I will murder you and your family if you make kissing sounds around me

Opinion on circuses: Been to a few, they are not bad!

Do you have a sense of direction: I'm a queer with ADHD. What do you think? LMAO I actually do apparently

tagging @ariesbilly @neonponders @chrisbitchtree @thediktatortot @discodeviant @shieldofiron

#tag games #no pressure tho!

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grey-sides · 2 years ago

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For @chrisbitchtree who may need a touch of fluff after your dentist appointment today!!

What started out as begrudging friendship from being in the same place at the same time has since evolved into actual, real friendship. Billy likes Steve and it's for more than just his good looks. He's funny without realizing it and smarter than he gives himself credit for.

And he cares. A lot more than Billy's used to.

Steve just tends to be very focused on the people he cares about. He likes to check up on people. He likes to stop by for random visits and takes people on car rides just because he can.

It's still a lot for Billy in many ways. He's not used to unexpected visitors or someone asking him to go out on a Thursday evening drive, just to see the town.

And he's definitely not used to being invited over where there won't be a ton of people. Sure, Billy's been invited to plenty of parties, but small gatherings of just a few friends? That's new.

It's...nice. Robin is really smart and she talks enough to fill a whole room, which is helpful when Billy just wants to take it all in. Nancy's less of a priss than Billy thought, though she could still stand to be less serious. Eddie's a fan of metal and he's shameless about his love for life, something Billy's almost jealous of. Jonathan has finally gained a personality since moving across the country and Billy can halfway stand him. Argyle's his favorite new person though, he reminds Billy of California and warm beaches.

And Steve is- he's Steve. He's thoughtful, he's rude, he's nasty when he wants to be. He's breathtaking and the stories about him from Tommy a million years ago feel more real than ever before.

He's warm when Billy leans into his space. He draws everyone's attention. He's charismatic. He's dramatic. He's a goof and a dork and he's Billy's best friend and Billy loves him dearly.

When their little shindig wraps up, after Jonathan has left with Nancy and Argyle, and Robin's mom has come from her. Eddie's long gone too, off to meet Chrissy or something and it's just the two of them, Steve walks Billy out to his car.

A new Stingray. Well, new to Billy and a pretty cherry red with white racing stripes. It's his new pride and joy. It terrifies him to sit behind the wheel.

"I parked like twenty feet from your front door," Billy teases Steve, turning to him and leaning up against his driver's door.

Steve shrugs, shoves his hands in his pockets. His profile shines in the lights off the garage. "Just wanna make sure you get to your car safe."

Billy's teeth catch on his lower lip for just a moment. He smirks, looks away from Steve. He chuckles a little and nods. "You're alright, Harrington."

Steve smiles back at him, takes a small step back. "Drive home safe, okay?"

Billy nods again, watches Steve for just a moment. He takes a step forward, darts a glance around Steve's quiet neighborhood and leans in.

He kisses Steve softly. Softer than either of them have probably ever been kissed. One of Steve's hands lands on his side and Billy can't believe how warm it is through the fabric of his denim jacket.

Steve chases him for a second kiss when he pulls back. He sighs softly, licks against Steve's lower lip and his eyelashes flutter.

"Goodnight, Steve."

Steve pulls back, watches Billy with a small smile. "Yeah, goodnight, Billy."

He waits in his driveway while Billy pulls out and waves goodbye to him. Billy doesn't think he would mind Steve walking him to his car every night, really.

#harringrove #greye writes #fluffy fluff fluff #i promise i would like to write something else #but i am working on my exchange fic haha #anyway #stranger things

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