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ok so my boyfriend and i just binged Arcane (my first time watching) and i am so…. flabbergasted, the story is so utterly delicious and i love all of the characters with my entire heart oh my god?? heimerdinger and ekko are two of my fav blorbos, and caitlyn and vi’s relationship was also heartbreakingly amazing, one thing i do not get is jayvik tho,,, from being around the internet i understand that is one of the more major ships but i really just don’t fw it like that!! i see it as more of a soulmate-y situation, and not as romantic ykwim? GODDD DONT GET NE STARTED ON JINX AND EKKO THO. i will be sick, that who alternative universe thing was heartbreaking and i will never get over it

we finished the series last night and i already need to rewatch it again on my own so i can really give it my full attention

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vintage magazines 🔥

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I'm sure it's been said a million times before but the fact that Steve probably has some pretty gnarly scarring on his chest from the bat bites to match Billy's scarring from the MF makes Harringrove even better. Kind of like Jonathan and Nancy's shared trauma scars on their hands.

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no cause this is a real scene. duffers literally directed this like..? i viewed this with my own eyeballs…??

Billy Hargrove holding his cigarette up to Steve Harrington’s trembling lips after the Halloween Party sees them tearing into each other in Billy’s backseat. The streetlamp illuminates their sweaty skin and Steve’s chest heaves. Canon. To me.

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i could never forget about you barb. i have missed you since 2017 </3

Be honest - y’all forgot about her

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Steve might be a little more jealous than expected (request from BSky)

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RIP to the legend

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Hand already reaching for the band of his boxers

Based on

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Ow

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i am the most normal a person could be about them

*loud incorrect buzzer plays in the distance*

I swear guys, I am totally normal about harringrove.

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*tony stark voice* wake up daddy's home-

HELLO MY LITTLE FRUITFLYS!!! i have returned after a very very very long hiatus! and to kick off @harringrovesummerbingo, we have:

"Break the Chain" for C3, with the prompt "Serious convo in handcuffs"

Summary: Steve somehow stumbles upon Billy’s dad literally trying to kill him and steps in, throws a few punches, calls 911, blah blah blah. Anyways, they all end up in jail and Billy needs to know why his knight in shining armor saved him.

~1100 words, rated mature for mentions of violence, also on AO3!

“So,” 

A voice came from the darker side of the cell. The moonlight poured into the room, casting an even glow on the two recently booked teenagers. 

“Why’d ya do that?”

A pause, Steve shifted on the lit side of the cell, debating his answer. 

“Dunno. Right thing to do I guess.” 

There's a scoff, and a scrape of shoes on the concrete.

“No such thing. ‘The right thing to do.’ That’s horseshit, why’d you do it?”

“I'm telling the truth man, what reason do I have to lie?” 

The boy in the dark sighed, then moved to the harsh line where the moon is cut off by the thick barred windows. It illuminates his face and you can see the blood, dried and crusty under his nose, dying the hairs of his mustache a deep crimson. The rest of his face is similarly painted with blood, and fresh purple bruises. 

Steve’s eyes dance carefully down his opposite’s battered frame. There's a sickness in his stomach that grows, his rage boils up again as the images of the night flash past his eyelids with each blink. 

Billy moves closer to Steve, the urge to get up in his space is overpowering. He wants the truth, the whole truth, and he’s not getting it. The chains clink and tug at his wrists as he moves, reminding him he’s chained to the wall. The handcuffs are digging into the red flesh of his wrists but he yanks at them again, as if the second time will change. He huffs, glancing away from Steve. 

“It was the right thing to do, Billy.” Steve reassures softly, pointedly using the other boy’s first name.

“You were- I mean- he was beating you. Bad. What was I supposed to do, just watch?” 

There wasn’t an answer, only a shuffling of chains and the squeak of boots on the floor as Billy slunk back behind the line of moonlight. 

“You got yourself thrown in jail, because you were doing the ‘right thing’. I can take care of my own, but no, no, white knight Steve Harrington has to come save the day, doesn't he?”

“It’s not like that and you know it.”

“My ass it’s not like that! You have been shit on the court for weeks since that skank Wheeler dropped you for the freak-” he took a sharp inhale, his voice raising with every word, “even in the halls you're moping like some bitch!” 

Steve didn’t reply, didn’t egg him on, didn’t reprimand the needless insult thrown at Nancy, nothing. 

“You just needed something to make you feel good again. Worshiped, loved, whatever pansy shit you want. You don’t give a fuck about me, and why should you.”

“It was the right thing to do.” 

“Jesus, you sound like a damn broken record! Why?! All I have ever done is make your life hell. I beat the shit out of you, I took your precious title at that goddamn school, I watched your life crumble to pieces and I laughed about it!” 

There’s a pause, Billy breathes deeply, his ragged breaths echoing gently against the concrete walls. The tension in the air sticks to their skin like sweat on a hot day.

“So why, Steve. Why did you do this?”

The last question came out broken, strangled. His voice cracked as if on the verge of tears. Steve had just about enough of this, it somehow wasn’t clicking to Billy. 

“Because you didn’t deserve that!” Steve raised his own voice to match the volume of Billy’s, “You can’t sit here and tell me that you deserved that, you can’t! He was going to kill you, man!”

“And so fucking what?!” Billy tugged again on his handcuffs, his face reappearing in the sliver of moonlight.

His eyes were dark, sparking with anger. His lips curled up to bare his teeth as his raw wrists pulled on the unforgiving metal of his handcuffs once again. 

“And so what if he killed me? Who the fuck would care?”

Steve had his mouth open, ready to speak but something stopped him. His eyes squinted, in partial disbelief. He didn’t have an answer for him. He knew nobody would. 

Max certainly wouldn’t, he had heard through the grapevine his mother was MIA, Tommy and Carol weren’t really the most emotionally capable people, the handful of girls he had slept with could rather easily find a new, mean, blonde guy with a shiny car and bad attitude. The realization that nobody would care if Billy’s father had beaten him to death tonight sank through him like lead.

A knot grew in his stomach, he knew the feeling. Before the kids, Nancy, he would have sung a similar tune. Billy’s face was clearer in the moonlight and it was like he was quite literally ‘seeing someone in a different light’. The sagged eyes, the drawn brows, and the permanent frown spun its own story. Not one of a popular, ladies man, with a ‘who gives a shit’ mantra. But one of a boy who was exhausted, who needed someone to care about him, who didn’t want to be the ‘bad guy’ anymore but was forced into it. 

“Ok yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe nobody would care,” he paused, eyes trained on Billy’s, “so let me.” 

“What?”

“Let me care. We can put this shit, the fighting, the popularity contest, all this bullshit, behind us. I can care if you die.”

Something in Billy’s eyes changed, something so small you wouldn’t be able to catch it if you didn’t know what to be looking for. There was surprise, then a cruel combination of deceit and anger. Billy’s jaw moved, his eyes flicked down to the right, his brows loosened their tight furrow. 

“Let me care if you die. If someone hadn’t come around and cared if I died- I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you. I would have watched your dads fists hit you and turned the other way. Not my damn problem, ya know? But that's not that kinda guy I am, not anymore. Because someone actually started giving a shit about me.” 

“That was the gayest thing I’ve heard in my entire life.”

Steve laughed as Billy’s head raised to look at him again. There was a softness in his eyes now, like he really believed what Steve said, that he wasn’t just being naive. 

“You really mean that shit? After all I’ve done to you, you'll just- ‘forgive and forget’ huh?”

“Don’t got a whole lot left to lose.”

“Such an ass.” 

Billy muttered, a smile peeking through the split lip and dried blood. Deep down he knew he should run, or fight. This couldn’t be the whole truth, nobody could possibly be sitting here, wanting to care about him. But then there was another part inside him, a much younger part, that flickered alive. It was desperate for Steve’s words to be true. 

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“In the Fog” comic for one of my @harringrovesummerbingo fills (square C1 to be exact for the mods).

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they took billy hargrove from me, they took eddie munson from me, if they take steve harrington from me, the duffer brothers are dead to me

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rainy day in Hawkins

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Happy Pride, everyone!!