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There was 2 chicks next to me and I mentioned Dacre's book and one of them said, I'll go up to him with you.

So we did. He shook our hands and asked our names and saw the book and I got a pen out and he asked how to spell my name and signed it. And he said my (RL) name was beautiful.

He is so fucking lovely.

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My friend said this about AO3 and it’s honestly so true

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Steve’s eyebrows raise as he sucks at his straw, tasting blue raspberry on his tongue as he watches Billy go up to one of the games at the fair and inspects the plushies hanging from the ceiling.

“What d’you think?” Billy asks, glancing back at him.

And Steve’s already got a bulldog plushie tucked under his left arm and two candy apples in that hand, and his right arm has a gorilla plushie pinned to his side with his slushie in that hand —

“What? You gonna win another one for me?” Steve smirks, smug as hell even as Billy gets up in his face.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna love it, just like you love the other two,” Billy nearly growls with a grin, shoving Steve’s shoulder just because he can before turning to the carney and handing him a bill.

Steve wobbles in place for a second before he rights himself, rolling his eyes with a smile as he takes another sip at his straw, watching as Billy throws the baseball…and knocks all of the blocks down in one throw.

The carny bets Billy can’t do it again.

The carny doesn’t know that Steve’s boyfriend has amazing hand-eye coordination and grew up playing baseball.

So, Billy knocks them over again. And again. And again.

And Steve’s smiling around his straw as the carny admits that he’s impressed and lets Billy pick whatever he wants.

But his smile drops when he sees Billy point at the obnoxiously big stuffed shark.

“Billy—” he starts with the beginnings of a pout as his boyfriend turns to him with the shark, grinning just like one as he gets close, his eyes bright with evil mirth.

Steve snaps his jaw shut and purses his lips as he eyes the shark before flicking his gaze back up to Billy’s eyes.

“You’re carrying it,” he huffs in defeat, taking another sip of his slushie as he turns away, pointedly ignoring Billy’s loud laugh and the way he pokes Steve’s back with the tip of the shark’s nose as they walk to another booth.

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For the reverse mini bang event over @billybigbang -- thanks to @dragonflylady77 for picking my prompt and writing the fic along with it! [Read "pressing buttons" here] I'm so glad I got to draw our boys and the Party at the arcade.

Close ups below the cut ♡

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"What were you doing at the devils sacrament" jarking my whole thing off. Next quiestuon.

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there's been a couple times that i've gone to the local sex club and every time i was at an event there was one man just fully naked walking around. same guy every time. hog like a hoagie roll when flaccid and he was always flaccid. anyway at one of the less populated events i got to sit and talk with him and he told me that he told me he was always naked because, despite it being a sex club, people still don't know when it's 'okay' to start getting into it and he decided he'd be the one thing to break the ice and make everybody comfortable, because you know you can start doing whatever you wanna do when there's just a naked guy walking around. he then asked if i wanted a silicone copy of his dick for my strap. never in my life have i felt such an instant respect for a person.

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Nurse Steve who never found the right alpha, who has a giant soft spot for kids and likes to visit the pediatric wing of the hospital to cheer them up and bring them little presents , even though Doctor Hargrove is churlish and overly concerned the patients might imprint on him. Steve knows it’s rare for children with secure pack bonds to imprint on random omegas, and thinks Doctor Hargrove is just being an asshole. As usual.

Until one night when the hospital is under staffed they get five critical patients in the ER at once, a head on collision that has left both cars totaled and the passengers fighting for their lives. One is a little boy still clinging to his teddy bear. Steve spends the rest of his frantic shift helping Billy save the kids life, and of course he can’t forget about him after. After every shift, he’s in the pediatric wing now looking in on the pup and taking care of him while the other nurses take a much needed breather.

Strangely Dr. Hargrove doesn’t go out of his way to antagonize Steve anymore for hanging around the ward so much, and Steve can’t stop thinking about how Billy was that night - the way he took control in the middle of the crisis and fought so hard to save the kid when most the time he acts like he doesn’t even like them. Steve starts to think maybe Billy is hiding some layers under that coat when the kid lets it slip later that Dr. Billy visits him all the time and is the one who does his hair for him. Things come to a head when the kid has a night terror and won’t calm until both Steve and Billy are there, and Billy wasn’t even on shift.

After the incident Billy tries to warn Steve off because it’s clear the kid is becoming too bonded to him, but this time Steve isn’t having it. He tells Billy he’s not as scary as he thinks he is, or as smart since he forgot that pups imprint on alphas too. But everyone knows it’s far rarer for alphas to accept pups who aren’t their own, so either he can get the hell out of Steve’s way and let him worry about what’s best for his pup, or he can man up and they can discuss sharing custody over dinner.

Billy is flabbergasted. “Did you just suggest that I should raise a child with you Nurse Harrington?”

“You heard me. If you’re not serious about him you need to back off, before he grows any more dependent on you. So what’s it gonna be Hargrove?” Steve responds, all righteous fury, ready to knuckle up if he has to for his kid’s good and Billy’s just so done. He was gone on Steve ages ago. He only gave him such a hard time because he knows how much Steve wants an alpha and a family of his own and he didn’t want a trauma imprint to screw that up for him - exactly because alphas so rarely want to take care of kids they don’t sire themselves. Billy, being the alpha to carry him off and give him family? Never occurred to him. Couldn’t happen in a million years.

Which is why his only response to Steve basically telling him they’re coparents is to blurt, “You’re serious? We coulda had three kids by now Harrington, I just thought you had better taste than this.”

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"I can't believe he's finally coming back" Billy says, peering around people at the airport. Steve's flight landed a few minutes ago and he can't wait to see him again.

"He only left for a week" Max points out. Billy doesn't even know why she's here in the first place.

"Yeah" Billy drags a hand down in his face "What if he doesn't recognise me?"

"Why wouldn't he recognise you?"

"I shaved my mustache off" Billy crosses his arms. It was an impulse decision from when he spotted a razor after cleaning the bathroom. It was either this or dying the towels green just for something to do. "Didn't you even notice?"

"What?" Max pears over at her brother and squints her eyes "Oh yeah, the mustache that was barely a mustache and took you three years to grow"

"It's not my fault I can't grow facial hair"

Max shrugs and turns her attention back to the arrivals. Finally, Billy sees the mop of brown hair and the easy smile of his boyfriend, who's already waving at the two of them like a dork. Billy finds himself already grinning despite it.

Steve rushes over and immediately hugs Billy.

"Babe!" he exclaims "I barely even recognised you without the mustache"

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New 'Bootcamp' boyband.

According to sources a new boyband has been formed at Bootcamp with 5 solo contestants thought to be more promising as a group.

The boyband made up of auditionees: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik

(Liam being one of this years re-auditonee’s) The boyband are yet unamed.

Previous groups formed at Bootcamp have usually been doomed from the start and although usually making it through to the live shows don’t go much further. Futureproof, Hope and Miss Frank to name the most well known,

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Had a thought yesterday that ended in something-something billy always using the same shower stall as Steve after practice because the heavy air holds the lingering essence of his ball sweat

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“You know how I used to have a crush on you?”

Steve looks up from his math homework, sort of. Stuck in that space between awake and swimming. 

Billy won’t look at him. The end of his pencil has been chewed to shit, his rough draft for Erickson’s American History seminar laying blank and discarded on the lush green carpet of Steve’s bedroom floor.

“I guess so,” Steve tells him. Only, he doesn’t know. 

They’ve never talked about it. But, with Billy, it’s best to go along with what he says, most of the time. Unless Steve’s looking to get his head chewed off, and. 

Consequently, Steve needs his head for midterms.

There’s a powder-pink flush across Billy’s cheeks. An edge to his voice when he says, “I made a list,” 

Like Steve’s supposed to know what that means.

“You did?” Steve asks. Because he doesn’t know. He leans back against the footboard of his window seat, legs stretching like a bridge between them. “Is it a good list?”

Billy shrugs. His cheeks get redder, somehow.

He’s pretty. Like a sugared lollipop.

Steve leans forward, “It’s a pros and cons list?” 

Steve’s cocky. knows from dating Nancy that his pros outweigh his cons by a couple lines. Mentions of his cock and chest hair. 

He’s nervous, all of a sudden.

Doesn’t admit that even though there’s no way he’s getting into college, he hopes that someone as bright and magnetic as Billy will still want to neck at the drive in. 

Billy crosses his arms. Frowns. Says, “It’s a list of Icks,” all pissy, like Steve has control over that stuff.

And it makes sense Steve would find out that all his dreams are coming true when they can’t take a minute to celebrate. He feels like a shooting star, anyway. His head takes a break from swimming in equations and backstrokes through insurmountable joy.

He grins. “What’s an ‘ick’?”

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in my head, Billy calls Hopper Chief, instead of Hopper/Hop/Jim.

like this is what he calls him when he starts opening up to him and getting to know him, or when Hopper becomes that father figure that Billy desperately needs.

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I get that sex and drugs are fun but even im like. at least have a 3rd thing. at least one more hobby. you can have a 3rd hobby. this isnt a purity thing this is a some of u are fucking boring thing.

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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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I need desperate Steve Harrington. 

I need him knowing, from the first moment that Billy sat next to him at lunch with his tray clattering so loudly that his french fries nearly sprouted wings to fly away, picking a hole into his nailbed while he struggled to apologize, cheeks so red he looked like he was turning to strawberry ice cream–

From that moment, I need Steve knowing he’s in deep.

From the first time Billy smiles at him.

I need Steve trying desperately to crawl away from it but every time he gets his feet under him, Billy’s dorky, bright, valiant laugh knocks him on his ass. I need Steve deciding, the first time Billy appears on his doorstep with a bruise on his cheekbone, flinching when Steve tries to playfully shove him during an Atari match, that he’s going to take Billy away from here.

I need Billy struggling to hold that truth in his hands. 

He doesn’t know what to do with it. Too simple to say it’s not something he could ever deserve, but I need him to know, every time Steve’s head lulls exhausted onto his shoulder when they watch T.V., that love isn’t something you have to crawl for, begging.

I need Billy trying to smooth his edges but Steve studying, ever the botanist, the awkward, sharp, intense, smothering way Billy loves. I need Steve giving him space to grow, repotting Billy and himself when their roots poke up through the soil.

I need Steve patient. Patching the holes Billy pokes into himself with careful, shaking hands, reassuring that this small and lonely raft they cling to will never sink.

And when Steve gives himself over to everyone and everything that could ever need a warm place to tuck into, shoveling parts of his earth until the ground is baren, I need Billy to love him.

In that sharp, intense, smothering way. 

Billy, cooking soup and scratching Steve’s scalp and running endless baths for Steve’s aching, broken heart. Billy, dozing his way into Steve’s trembling chest. Grabbing all the softest, sweetest parts of him. Shaking Steve until he’s dizzy and assuring, leave something for yourself. 

No one’s ever loved Steve like this before.

No one’s love has ever inspired Steve to love himself, before, and.

I need them solid as an old hickory tree. Because they get there, one day.

I need Steve promising he’s never, ever going to go away. Promising to the stars and the mountains and the rivers.

I need him acting like there was never an alternative. Never a version of events where Billy could stop Steve’s love from crashing around him like a wave. Like feathers from a pillow. Like sunlight, breaking through the clouds.

I need them in love. And I need them together, glued like pieces of a vase. I need them jagged and whole and soft. 

And I’ll spend the rest of my life, probably, trying to give it to them.

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friend just told me that he and his siblings used to play a game called "abraham lincoln and the slimy slug" wherein one person is abraham lincoln, with a full range of motion, and one person is a slimy slug inside a sleeping bag

and they would fight. and of course abraham lincoln would just beat the absolute shit out of the slimy slug