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⭕️❤️

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They belong to each other.

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If the answer is get in a situationship with him, Steve is halfway there.

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Metalsandwich Bingo 2025

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Metalsandwich Bingo is a super no-pressure bingo event concentrating on creating new fan works for Metalsandwich / Harringroveson / Stedilly ship.

Fill in one prompt or all nine in your bingo card - being inspired to create something new is the most important thing!!!

Bingo takes place 1 Oct - 31 Dec 2025

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How does it work?

Sign-up by 21 Sep 2025 [sign up opens 18 Aug]

Get a personalized 3x3 bingo card with 8+1 prompt squares

Create a (new) fanwork (fic, art, video, moodboard, playlist etc) that fills a prompt in your card and post it between 1 Oct - 31 Dec 2025

Each time you post a prompt fill, submit it to the organiser to get your bingo card stamped

When bingo is closed on 31 Dec 2025 create a masterpost of all your bingo fills

Everyone who filled at least 3 squares in line (a bingo) during the posting time will get a virtual badge to brag with about participating /pf (note: our badges have nothing to do with tumblr badge system)

For everything you ever would want to know about the bingo head to our FAQ post >>

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Sign up opens on 18 Aug 2025!

Link to sign up form will appear here on the opening day.

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The art for the bingo was created by the amazing @alicetallula

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All Metalsandwich Bingo details ->

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Metalsandwich Bingo is a sibling event to @harringrovewinterbingo and @harringrovesummerbingo. Mod for the bingo is Suo.

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what if they met before but no one was supposed to know?

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Some Billy Hargrove (from Stranger Things) doodles~ Someday I may clean these up and color them, but for now they’ll just have to stay as doodles.

commission info ///// redbubble

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some sketches of TentaBilly and TentaSteve cuz why not

[P4tre0n] [Linktr.ee]

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rewatching stranger things before s5- i figured some of my opinions would change, but i was definitely not expecting to be sucked into harringrove, of all things.

devastating. gimme more.

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Dustin, making little listening devices so the party can bug the area around the lab and other places of interest; because why should the government be the only one with ears everywhere?

Steve and the gang tease him when the only things his "ears" pick up is the local radio station. So Dustin bugs Steve's den, determind to show him he can get it right.

Imagine him celebrating the day he finally picks up the sounds of the television in the Harringtons den, but then he hears Steve moan and Dustin is immediately alarmed because that sounded like Steve was in real pain. There's this garbled wet slurping and Steve is basically just whimpering now.

Imagine Dustin freaking out and calling a code red over the walkie because Steve is being eaten alive.

Steve, scrambling to push Billy off and reach for his walkie at the same time, fumbling his words as he asks what the hell is going on and Dustin explains about the ears finally working.

Billy, angry at being interrupted giving the best blowjob of his life, grabs it from him and just shouts down the line. "He's fine! Now turn that shit off before I murder you!"

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my bae

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No, you had it right.

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🚬dead boy walking🚬

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they’re not a couple. but when billy’s high, he calls steve names like “angel,” “darling,” and “baby cakes” without hesitation. sometimes as a joke, but most of the time not. and steve would be lying if he said he didn’t like it, if he said it didn’t make his cheeks burn hot and eager. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find his mind and hand wandering at night, conjuring up the sound of billy’s voice in his head calling him “sugar,” “baby,” “hot stuff.” how easily it could roll off of billy’s tongue, right into steve’s wanting mouth.

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You touched pieces of me I thought were dead. It scared me.

The amazingly talented @stervrucht allowed me to animate her fanart for the equally as amazing fic "Darling Red" by @azrielgreen. The original art can be found here. The fic is on Ao3 here, and you should give it a read if you're into Mungrove because it's seriously fantastic!

Please shower both - art & fic - with love!

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Steve: What about holding my hand right now?

Billy: Shhhhh....

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it was one of those quiet afternoons. music drifted from the little radio in the corner, low and fuzzy. billy was on steve’s bed, stretched out like a cat in a sunbeam, book open and resting against his chest while his fingers lazily flipped a page every so often.

steve was on the floor in front of his open closet, knee-deep in a chaotic attempt to “get his life together,” aka throw out stuff he didn’t wear anymore.

he held up a hoodie with a tear at the sleeve, squinted at it, and tossed it onto the growing donation pile.

“you’re actually ditching that?” billy asked without looking up.

“yeah? it’s ripped.”

billy snorted. “it’s barely a tear. the rest of the thing’s fine”, then he shut his book with a sigh and sat up slowly, “it’s so small too steve! you know you could just fix that, right?”

steve tilted his head, brows furrowed. “fix it how?”

billy stared, something like disbelief flickering in his eyes. “sew it. needle, thread. basic stuff.”

steve made a face. “i don’t know how to sew. i grew up dropping stuff off at dry cleaners and buying replacements if anything had a hole in it.”

billy groaned, dramatic. “god, you’re so rich it hurts sometimes.”

“i’ll donate them,” steve said defensively. “someone else might fix them.”

billy stared at him for another beat, then stood up suddenly and left the room without a word.

steve’s stomach dipped. “billy?” no answer. his heart picked up, a little panicked flutter…had he said something wrong? offended him?

he darted to the window just in time to see billy at his car, popping open the trunk. no dramatic exit, no tires screeching. billy pulled out a small box and headed back inside.

when he returned to the bedroom, he tossed the box onto the bed and cracked it open. “sewing kit,” he said simply. “mine. used it on half of max’s clothes…she rips everything skateboarding! used it on my own stuff too”

inside was a rainbow of thread spools, pins stuck into a little cushion, needles tucked in a corner pocket. worn, clearly used.

“wait, you actually sew?” steve asked, sitting down beside him.

billy nodded as he pulled out a needle and some navy thread, matching it to the hoodie in steve’s donation pile. “learned when i was a kid. my mom taught me…she loved embroidery. used to stitch flowers onto plain shirts, just to make them prettier. said it was something she learned from her grandma. we didn’t have a lot, so we fixed what we had.”

he paused, threading the needle effortlessly, hands practiced.

“even neil knows how,” billy added quietly. “not that he ever showed it. but if something ripped, it got patched one way or another.”

steve felt something warm bloom in his chest. it was the kind of softness billy didn’t offer often…memories that lived in shadows most of the time, ones he guarded with sharp edges. steve leaned in, watching the way billy worked, slow and steady. the quiet hum of thread slipping through fabric. billy explained it as he went…how to anchor the thread, how to hide the knot, how to make the stitches neat.

steve watched every move like it was magic.

“i wanna try,” he said, voice low, almost shy.

billy raised an eyebrow, a little amused. “really?”

“yeah. i mean... i’ve never done it. but i kinda want to learn.”

billy smiled, soft and proud, and handed over the needle with a mock bow. “go on then, prettt boy,” he teased. “show me what those fancy hands can do.”

steve took it like it was sacred. his first stitch was clumsy. crooked. the thread tangled a little. but billy didn’t tease. just gently guided him, voice quiet and steady, warmth spilling out in sideways glances and soft laughter when steve poked his finger.

steve didn’t say much, listening to billy guide him but the way he watched billy’s hands, steady and careful, said everything. this mattered to him, because it mattered to billy.