#harrgrove

[every-dayiwakeup]

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No, he's got Billy now. And Billy's got him. Maybe that's enough. What a thought. To be whole to someone. Two broken hearts, yet somehow together they fit.

Maybe they weren't broken to begin with. Just bruised.

Ya know what they say about bruises, Steve thinks, rubbing his thumb against Billy's calloused palm. They heal, with time.

[dragonflylady77]

The way @harrgrove hid this in the tags...

insp. #HarringroveWeek Day 6

[toxicrevolver]

Hey! If you get this, answer with your top 5 music artists and send it to the last 7 people in your notifications 💜

Oof that’s a tough one bcs I jump between artists a lot and a ton of my faves just dropped albums but I got this. I can do this. These are basically my faves at the moment. It seriously changes all the time. The only constant is My Chem.

1) My Chemical Romance

2) Seventeen

3) Ateez

4) Tomorrow x Together (TXT)

5) Xikers

[sunwarmed-ash]

WIP Thursday

@harrgrove helped me tear through some fucking AWFUL writers block this morning so im gonna post the next part that I have written for neverender as a treat 😘

you can read chapters 1-3 here!

Ch 4 preview

Billy stays at Steve’s as long as it takes for the bruises to heal. And then, without a word to anyone, he takes off. 

He doesn’t go far. He can’t yet. Mostly because he’s broke, but also because someone has to clean the blood off the floor before it sets for good if they want to have a prayer at selling the house. Now that Neil’s out of the picture, locked up without anyone to call and post bail, there’s nothing tying any of them to Hawkins.

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It takes over three hours but finally, the wood is starting to resemble the chestnut color it began at. He’s exhausted, his hands burn and his knees ache, but it’s done. All final traces of Neil Hargrove have been scrubbed clean from the place. 

Billy could really go for a shower and an ounce of weed right now. Wash away and burn out all memories of the last two weeks. Even the good ones. Because Billy knows from personal experience, even the good ones don’t stay that way for long.  

Steve and Max will be pissed when they wake up and notice he bailed. Even more so when he finally does for good, but they will get over it. Move on. They already have once, and that was when there was still something left of Billy to miss. 

He digs into his jeans for his wallet. After all the fucking cleaning supplies, gas, and a 6 pack to make the day a little less miserable, Billy’s left with barely enough money for either lunch, or a carton of cigerettes. 

With a heavy sigh, he chooses the cigarettes and gets in his car headed north. 

-The Diner-

“Hey you! Got a table that just opened up, come on in.” 

Within seconds of his arrival, Debbie’s waving him inside with a friendly smile. Her motherly affection feels like an assault after spending so long face down over his fathers blood. He needs to do this now, before he loses his nerve. 

“Hey Debbie, I’m uh not actually here to eat.”

“Well, I know you can’t just be here to see little ol’ me,” she smiles, putting both painted hands on her chest for emphasis.

Any other day, he might play along. He doesn't have the energy today.

“I uh, I’m looking for work, actually.”

“And you wanna work here,” she asks, suspicions raised. 

The best part about Debbie's transplant status is she didn’t the full exent of Billy’s tragic backstory. Which is also why she’s realistically the only person in Hawkins who would hire him. He desperately needs the money. He’s gotta get the hell out of here. Fast. 

“I’ll take whatever you got.” 

Just then, their cook shouts as he burns himself on something for seemingly the last time. 

“MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK! STUPID CHEAP FUCKING EQUIPTMENT! I’M FUCKING DONE!” 

Debbie, Billy, and the 3 other customers watch as the line cook tosses off his apron, grabs his stuff and storms out in a huff. 

While every eye in the restaurant blew wide, Billy’s included, Debbie barely reacts. She just keeps chewing her gum, watching as the man leaves before returning her eyes to Billy.

“Know how to cook?”

[all-or-nothing-baby]

WHO WOULD YOU BE IN A HORROR MOVIE?

i was tagged by @racheld93—thanks mate, this was fun!

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HOW TO PLAY:

1. create your look

2. discover your role

...then post your results!

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tagging, play or nay, the same folks i just tagged in another game bc i have no spoons left lol: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @poebin @jmeelee @raisesomehale @rajalagang @ohhalefire @halinski @kikiroo @lovebillyhargrove @harrgrove @slytherkins @witchsickness @ltleflrt @wellwaterhysteria @deklo @ash-mcj @chasingcastiel @gabedemon absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing!

[1-800-whatwouldbillydo]

Family Finds Us In the Darkest Corners // (an original poem)

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@thebussynotes @shieldofiron @thatgirlwithasquid @jad3w1ngs @hargrove-mayfields @thecrabnebula @talesfrom-theupsidedown @emeraldwitches @robthegoodfellow @magellan-88 @spaceboxkitty @ashyyboyy @harringrovsonsworld @harrgrove @martyreasemymind @awkwardgravity1 @fizzigigsimmer @captainrexshusband @atomrose @billyhargr-a-ve @gracethieved @anarcha-queer-horror @skyesayshi @hgrve @angelshiba @thissortofsorcery @suometar @ilydacree @bigdumbbambieyes @femmebilly @nogitsunbae @usaqaix @flashwaves

[fawcett-hairspray-club]

Aesthetic tag game

Tagged by @lovebillyhargrove. Thanks :D 💜

Go to Pinterest type in your name + core and save the pictures (as many as you want)

I did scroll past some weird ones but I don't mind this.

No pressure tags: @ghostlynimbus, @half-oz-eddie, @shieldofiron, @kallisto-k, @harringroveera, @harrgrove, @prettyboy-like-you, @avalonlights ✌️

[captainkirkk]

I was Today years old when I realised Billy Harrgrove's actor is from my home town. I didn't even know he was Australian, and now I find out we went to the same goddamn university

[manwrre]

thank you for tagging me @lovebillyhargrove!! i had so much freaking fun with this little game, even though i’m ass at collage making.

the collage includes: fave movie, fave chara, fave animal, fave season, fave food, fave place and hobby.

my answers: coraline, billy, cats, rainy season, pasta, the sea, any shade of green + listening to music.

no pressure to post or anything but i’m tagging @salthat @belle-noche @harrgrove @billyhargrovestits @dragonflylady77 @mamakitty187 @steveshairynipples and anyone else that’s interested in playing!

[prettyboy-like-you]

LAST LINE TAG GAME

IN A NEW POST, SHOW THE LAST LINE(s) YOU WROTE AND TAG AS MANY PEOPLE AS THERE ARE WORDS.

my creative gene is still away at war... but i pinkie swear promise i'm trying my very best to carry on with the next part of my harringrove series 🍒 cherry bomb 🍒 it's just going incredibly s l o w l y

thanks sm for my tag @harrgrove! <3

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Steve takes a breath, licks at tacky lips and runs a hand through his bangs again. Feels a little floaty. Wonders if he should have smoked that second stogie afterall. Wishes he'd pre-rolled another.

"Sooooo. Wanna get high?"

Billy lowers his head, looking over the top of his aviators. "How 'bout higher than the heavens, Harrington?"

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tagging, play or nay: @stevewhoreington @witchsickness @passivenovember @aeon-of-neon @chrisbitchtree @grey-sides and anybody else who wants to do the thing, consider yourself tagged!

[ghostlynimbus]

Your History On My Skin

Rating: M

Ship: Billy Harrgrove/Steve Harrington

Summary:

Steve Harrington may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what his soulmate is going through. An AU where soulmates share pain/injuries.

Note:

I have gone back and edited chapters 1 & 2. The only significant change is that Jonathan & Nancy are no longer soulmates in this fic. This is being posted as part of my most recent WIP poll, so here are the first 100 words of Ch 3.

CH 3

Steve probably should have seen the break up with Nancy coming.

He should have noticed how unhappy she was with him, he should have paid more attention to her and he should have tried harder to understand her feelings.

He maybe probably shouldn’t have gotten back together with her in the first place.

But he loves her, even after everything that happened last fall, and foolishly or not he believed her when she said she loved him too.

He also, selfishly maybe, doesn’t want to be alone.

Tommy and Carol still won't speak to him except to make jabs. And Steve doesn’t really have anyone else. 

[symbioticsimplicity]

@harrgrove Got me thinking about something I almost never see but now have a voracious craving for.

Consider, platonic soulmates Jonathan and Billy.

It would take them a hell of a lot to start talking, and even if they did, they’re both awkward as all hell so it wouldn’t be immediate like it was for Steve and Robin. It’s a little more hard won, but once they start talking, they quickly find they have so much in common it’s frankly ridiculous they haven’t talked before.

Imagine them finding they have incredibly similar outlooks and they think almost the same way. They quickly fall into that pseudo mind-reading thing, and they’re able to tell at a glance how the other is feeling even if no one else is able to see past their fronts.

Billy helps Jonathan learn to be a little more assertive where he needs to be, or if he’s around he’ll just do it for him since he has no problem sliding into that role. Jonathan helps Billy learn how to calm the hell down, how to handle the anger he lives with. They balance each other in a way neither realized they needed until it happened.

Of course, the obligatory understanding between them due to their shit dads. Something something, Billy is spiraling about it, something something Jonathan takes the first step to show vulnerability by showing him one of the scars Lonnie left on him, something something, Billy becomes fiercely protective of him while also seeing him as a safe place to be vulnerable about how badly Neil has hurt him. Jonathan helping him through the process of unlearning all the shit Neil beat into him, and in turn Jonathan feels a part of himself healing along with Billy.

Why pit them against each other when we could have this??

[giurochedadomani]

tagged by @robthegoodfellow and @harrgrove ​ and @strangerqueerthings ​

RULES: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

[hopping to discord to see if anyone else wants to share their mungrove week prompts]

“...You told me to go to the middle of fucking nowhere because you want to break up with me?” 

And he still doesn’t get it. 

“I told you to go to the middle of fucking nowhere because I want to kill you”. 

Bash his skull in, probably. Then bury him, if he’s got the time, although he’s been fantasizing about setting their apartment on fire for months now. Maybe he could play the widower boyfriend, if he opted for that. Cry and wail about how life is so unjust that Eddie had to forget that he had the oven on, pretend to miss him—  

“If you don’t want to watch my play, you can simply say it”.

And also because I already posted it in the mungrove discord, @strangerqueerthings ​: 

“You think I’m not going to do it!? Try me! I’ll tell Hopper that it was in self defense and go out of this with a medal of honor around my dick!”

[toxicrevolver]

out of the three of them (billyeddiesteve) who suggests the three of them should date/fuck around AND who says i love you first to whom?

Eddie would definitely be the one to finally verbally suggest they all date/fuck around. Like Billy and Steve thought about it but neither have the balls to actually say anything. Label wise I broke it down to: (yes it’s a screenshot from my notes app)

By full partners I mean both romantically and sexually involved.

Steve would say “I love you” first, but I feel like he’d do it as a reflex more than anything. Like he says it all the time bcs it doesn’t hold a lot of weight to him. Yes he means it, he does actually love them, but for Billy and Eddie it’s a big deal so they take longer to say it. Billy would probably be the last to say “I love you” purely due to trauma. The last person who probably said it to him was his mom before she left, so he’s scared that if he admits to loving someone they’ll leave.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Wip Wednesday

tagging my babes @lizzy0305 @tentoriumcerebelli @sweeteatercat @treeffles @kissoflightning @parasitepaladin @destroya2005 @suzuki-notsonormal @blackroseraven2023 @harrgrove who helped pump the ol muse juices this week (wow that sounded equal parts gross and sexual)

As per fucking usual, I have the 1st, 4th and 9th chapter of this fic written 🙃 this is somewhere in chapter 4?

They ride most of the way to the Bureau in silence. Neal is the first to break it.  “I'd appreciate it if you kept the newest piece of information you've gained about me to yourself.” Peter nods.  “Those suppressants really are amazing. I would have never been able to tell otherwise.”  “Yeah,” Neal chuckles, “Kinda why they can charge Black Market price.” “Are they Black Market?”

“You're not going to tell anyone, right?” Peter’s mouth moves to say yes, of course not. But, he accidently already did… “Well…” “Fuck, Peter! Who did you tell?” “El, but it-” “Oh,” Neal interrupts, “That’s fine then.” “El’s okay to know?” “Peter, she's your wife. I already assume she knows everything about me.” “Yeah, well, just about,” Peter agrees. They were just one of those couples. And unfortunately/fortunately Neal has woven his way into their relationship whether he meant to or not over the last three years. Which reminds him of another conversation he’s had with Elizabeth... “So uh,” Peter clears his throat before continuing, “you said something, a couple weeks ago I wanted to ask you about.” Neal smirks and turns his attention toward Peter.  “Am I under oath?” “No, nothing like that,” Peter laughs, attempting to keep his heart rate under control. “Um, you said you preferred men, because of their um, intentions.” “I did,” Neal nods.  “Yeah…” Peter exhales.  “Is there a question in there somewhere Peter?” “So you're…” Peter starts.  “Not the biggest fan of labels,” Neal finishes. “Yeah. But I do think you and your wife are both incredibly sexy? Yes.” Peter flushes all the way up to his ears. “Alright,” Peter pivots, “that's enough.” Neal laughs.  “You asked!” “And I’m regretting it now...” “Sure you are Peter,” Neal chuckles, obviously riding the high of the ego boost. “Well, you know where to find me if you ever want to step outside of your comfort zone.”

Other snips from this fic 1, 2

Kofi ☕

[all-or-nothing-baby]

i was tagged by the lovely @novemberhush (thanks, nove!) to do THIS funny little space quiz thingy, and it was loads of fun! and even pretty accurate—apart from the allergies to tears and emotions bc i am only ever one moving piece of music/situation/thought away from bursting into tears lol

i'm tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @greyhavenisback @rauko-is-a-free-elf @slytherkins @raisesomehale @ohhalefire @halinski @kikiroo @princecharmingwinks @harrgrove @stevewhoreington @deklo @catboynecromancy @mercurialkitty @jmeelee @outtoshatter @renmackree and absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing! you can just say i tagged you xp