chrisbitchtree
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Chris. She/Her. I have 3 modes: Eating chicken fingers, working out, and reading/writing Harringrove fic. My writing tag is chrisbitchtree writes! Softhargrove on AO3! Icon by rosalyfart, header by Hunnystufff
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Billy get in the ball pit! Love yourself!
(Thanks to my partner for texting me this but it has no source lol)
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#Steve would#so would I#but we both still managed to get the guy#so go us#shieldofiron
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Billy !!! (redraw)
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That brat instinct really jumped out- oh, sorry, I meant cat instinct (no i didin't)
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something so incredibly domestic to me about billy and steve just going on a walk together
steve turning up at the hargrove’s during winter break while neil and susan are at work and max is at the arcade. steve knows billy is at home because they talk now. they’re friends. sort of. so steve knocks on the door. rings the bell twice. tells billy to c’mon because he wants to go for a walk.
and billy’s just staring at steve like he’s lost his mind. ‘cause billy plays basketball, sure. billy lifts weights. billy swims. billy surfs. or did at least did. billy does, like, everything but billy doesn’t do wintery walks.
tells steve exactly that.
steve doesn’t take no for an answer, though. billy tells him he doesn’t have a winter coat and steve holds up the extra one he’s got in this big bag beside him and- billy doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before. totally wasn’t too distracted by the way steve’s talking, face lit up and cheeks flushed from the cold.
billy comes up with a few more excuses but steve’s stubborn. billy knows from experience so he gives in. lets steve wrap him up in this huge coat, bitching and swearing the entire time. tells steve he’s gonna freeze his balls off and it’s gonna be all steve’s fault.
they leave eventually, though. steve grinning at billy the entire time, stupid dopey look on his face and billy trying to look at the trees instead. at the leaves. at literally everything except steve.
but steve’s looking at him. keeps sneaking glances because he’s got billy hargrove beside him, nose pink and eyes wide as he looks up at a flock of birds that just scattered. because billy’s got a hat on, pulled down to his eyebrows and a scarf that he’s pretty much buried the lower half of his face in.
because billy’s, like, cute. or whatever.
so they walk. and they talk. leaves crunching and birds chirping. sun flitting in through the trees. maybe billy lights steve’s cigarette, maybe they carve their names somewhere, maybe they kiss about it .. who knows !
#SO RIDICULOUSLY CUTE!!!#love love love#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#fic rec#ickypuppi3
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“What the fuck is this?”
Steve glances back over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, spotting Billy halfway into the bed with the blanket pulled back, revealed his very old and very matted childhood stuffed Garfield plushie.
He feels his face heat in embarrassment, but he shuts his drawer in favour of going over to the bed and swiping Garfield up from the bed and into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he tells Billy with a small pout, “It’s my Garf.”
“Your Garf?” Billy lifts both of his brows, his eyes shining with mirth and his lips are twitching to hold back a smile.
Or worse, maybe a laugh.
Which makes Steve feel worse because goddammit, he forgot to hide Garfield away in his closet before Billy came over. He was usually better about it, but the new shiner under Billy’s eye had distracted him the entire drive here.
This thing between them was still new, still kinda fragile, because Billy’s just started sleeping over instead of rushing to put his pants back on after they fuck and running away like a bat out of hell.
And now Billy’s gone and seen Garf and Steve kinda wants to die.
“You sleep with a stuffed Garfield, pretty boy?” Billy taunts him quietly, that amusement still in his face.
He has since he was a kid, when he picked him off the shelf in a store he can’t remember during one of the dozens of vacations they’ve taken and showed it to his mother, who had nodded in approval.
He’s slept with Garf every night since he was six, when his parents were gone and his babysitter was in the guest room. Or when his parents would leave him alone, in this big house, for a weekend or more.
Or even when his parents were home and he still felt alone.
He finds himself rubbing Garfield’s ear, soothing himself as he stares at Billy and nods quietly.
And Billy probably sees his embarrassment now, in his big brown eyes, because the teasing look is gone and Billy’s kneeling on the bed now, shuffling over to the other side where Steve’s standing, and looking down at the weathered Garfield in his arms.
Billy flicks his gaze up again, meeting Steve’s eyes, and mutters, “I have my baby blanket under my pillow at home. It’s fucking scraps now, but I still have it.”
When I need it, goes unsaid, but it makes Steve smile a little.
“Can I see him?” Billy asks softly, probably the softest Steve’s ever heard him.
It’s enough to make him pass Garfield over to Billy, who looks him over quietly. Petting his ears and face, thumbing over his eyes and smile.
“I know it’s stupid,” Steve mumbles.
Billy smirks softly, probably thinking ‘yeah, it is’, but he doesn’t say it, instead he hands Garfield back and mumbles, “Whatever gives you comfort.”
Steve nods and watches Billy slip under the covers, making him comfortable, and he turns to put Garfield away in his spot in the closet when Billy asks, “He’s not sleeping with us?”
It makes Steve pause, caught a little off guard at the question, but he turns on his heel and sees Billy laying there against the pillows, his hands behind his head and quirking a brow.
Steve licks his lips, a nervous habit, and shrugs. He asks, “Is that okay?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t.”
Steve smiles, a small thing on his face, but Billy mirrors it and reaches over to pull back the blanket on Steve’s side of the bed.
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In the morning, Steve wakes up to the sight of Billy holding a stolen Garfield to his chest, sound asleep.
The sight fills his chest with something warm, something affectionate, something hopeful.
#GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!#😭😭😭#MY HEART!!!!!#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#fic rec#bigdumbbambieyes
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The world in my eyes
Loki/Mobius, E
“Hm?” he prompted, but Mobius just shook his head, lips pressed together in a firm line. “What was that, Mobius?” he asked, lips turning up in an encouraging smile.
“Ah, nothin’. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Loki said, leaning forward eagerly. “Now you have me curious. What is it that you’ve never done?”
In which Mobius confesses his lack of experience to Loki over drinks… and then learns a thing or two.
AO3
for @natendo-art
#I am very much losing my mind over this fic#like HOLY FUCKING HELL#it’s every single thing I could want in a Lokius fic wrapped into one#🥵🥵🥵#lemon#lokius#lokius fic#fic rec#mirilyawrites
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#almost done DBZ#currently watching the Vegito vs. Buu episodes#when we got to the episode where it was revealed that Vegito was going to happen#I squealed so loud I scared my husband#I am living for this fusion#dragon ball z
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steve picking up a magic 8 ball from his desk and shaking it: magic 8 ball does billy like guys?
magic 8 ball: Signs point to yes
steve: …
steve: magic 8 ball. do i have a shot-
billy coming back into the room: you talking to yourself, harrington?
steve: shit. no
steve *whispering*: magic 8 ball … should i kiss him
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My latest baking adventure, chocolate fudge chocolate chip cupcakes filled with chocolate mousse and topped with chocolate ganache!
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I feel like I don't exist when you're not looking at me.
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Billy breaking up with Steve in a fit of doubt that Steve really loves him and that they can really last. Steve nodding along and saying sure, if that’s what Billy really wants, then calling Billy up the next day like it never happened because Steve knows they’re meant to be together. He’s not going to let something silly like Billy breaking up with him stand in the way of their love.
#I totally forgot I wrote this#but now my heart is melting over it again#this is 100% something Steve would do#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#harringrove ficlet#chrisbitchtree writes
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Steve is in a great mood. He's been whistling all day and it's getting on Robin's nerves.
"What's her name?" she asks, because the self satisfied grin on Steve's face an only mean one thing.
"What?" Steve blinks at her. Still smiling. Jesus.
"Of your date," Robin says. "Did you get lucky yesterday?"
"Oh," Steve pauses, then gets a dreamy look on his face. "Very."
The door bell chimes. Damn, of course they'd get interrupted once it gets interesting.
"'Sup." Billy Hargrove has a lit cigarette dangling between his lips.
"No smoking here, asshole," Robin shouts.
Billy flips her off but flicks the cigarette out of the door. The grin on Steve's face is still there. Wide and bright like he's in a toothpaste commercial.
Oh.
Fuck.
No.
"Hey Hargrove," Steve says. He's got fucking heart eyes.
Robin is happy for him, but she also wants to puke.
Robin slowly turns around to Billy. He's got a hickey on his neck. She can't look away now.
"Harrington," Billy purrs - and it sounds so dirty and forbidden.
"Your taste in men sucks," Robin tells Steve.
"Oh, I can suck." Billy winks at her.
Ugh.
"Promises," Steve sighs.
No fucking way she's staying any longer.
"I'm takin' my break," Robin announces. These two look like they're about to do it on the counter any second.
"Take your time," Steve says absently. He's got Billy's pendant in his hand.
She must admit, she has never seen Steve so stupid - and so happy.
#AHHHHHHH#I LOVE THIS!!!#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#robin buckley#fic rec#weird an
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harringrove au where steve helps billy and max to run away from their dad, and to search for billy’s biological mother
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Robin: So how’s fatherhood treating you?
Steve: Good. I didn’t expect this much crying, though
Robin: Don’t worry, it’s normal for babies
Steve: Nah. The baby is fine. I was talking about Billy
Billy, sobbing from the nursery: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
#awwwwww!!!#I love me some sappy Billy!!!!#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#harringroveera
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We did it!! 🎉
Thank you everyone for participating in the relay race this year! It was a pleasure to work together with a wonderful group of talented artists and authors to finish this race.
As promised, I’ll be putting together a memory book for all of the participants’ personal collection.
I’d also like to thank everyone that supported all the talented participants and showed love to their work!
Please check out all the beautiful creations shared on this blog and be sure to comment and give kudos on the works in the AO3 Collection.
Until next time!
#that was so fun!!!#I’m glad to got to participate again!!!#harringrove relay race#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve
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