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harringroveera · 2 days
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And they’re actually each other’s beard
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weird-an · 3 days
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tw: child abuse, alcohol. homophobia
Indiana is a wasteland and so is Billy. Neil's teaching him lessons, more than usual and Billy has nowhere to go. He can't afford college, not when Neil takes whatever Billy's got.
Neil calls him faggot and loser and he’s right and Billy has every word carved into him. Fear is with him every day, because Neil watches him constantly. It's like his room gets smaller and smaller.
Billy needs distraction, so he drinks, smokes and gets into fights. If there's only pain, it's drowning out whatever’s going on in his head, he's forgetting that all Neil says it true, that a future is something he can only dream of.
He's halfway through a bottle of whiskey and he's hurting, his left cheek throbbing.
The world is already blurred. Billy prefers it that way. He doesn’t want to see it.
"Jesus, Hargrove, are you alright?"
He has to blink, one, two, three times.
Harrington wears his stupid flawless designer shirt, hair on point and brown eyes big and so fucking beautiful.
"Get lost," Billy spits, because Harrington can't stay here. He's stopping Billy from drowning.
"It's Sunday morning," Harrington says. He sounds worried and Billy's stomach twists. He tries to remember the last time anybody worried about him that way.
He can't think that, because there's a hole inside him the size of his mother. It's his fault she's gone, he's sure. She left without a word, but luckily Neil has lots of words to call his son.
"Amen." Billy just takes another big gulp.
There's a hand on his, touching him lightly where he holds the bottle. Billy flinches, lets go of the whiskey.
He hears glass shattering, but he doesn't look. He's staring in Steve's eyes and he's so fucking scared. He isn't even sure why.
"I can bring you home," Steve offers. "You shouldn't drive, it's too dangerous."
Billy laughs. Home is thousands of miles away.
He stops when Steve's hand, still unbearably warm against his own, squeezes his. Neil is calling him a faggot in his head, the word echoing in his skull.
"Then we're going to mine," Steve decides, an unreadable expression on his pretty face. The whiskey blurs that too. What a shame.
Billy follows Steve. The world around him is blurred. Steve is the only thing Billy can see.
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shieldofiron · 1 day
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Billy: Let's get you home, Prettiest.
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billybigbang2024 · 1 day
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Billy Big Bang 2024 - IT'S BACK ON (with some adjustments)
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We decided we couldn't just let the Billy Big Bang die out completely this year so we have created a new server and I (@kallisto-k) have taken over as the second mod alongside @writer-in-theory!
Author sign-ups are running to May 15th and artists until July 6th! Beta and pinch hitter sign-ups run indefinitely! Please check out the full schedule or reach out to us via the ask box on our Billy Big Bang 2024 blog if you have any questions!
Artists, authors, beta readers and pinch hitters can sign up via the google form here - please make sure to use an email you will check frequently in case we need to get in contact with you! It's also how we will invite you to the discord server so doubly important!
A huge shout out to @alicetallula for letting us use one of their incredible Billy pieces for our blog and server icons!
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plistommy · 1 day
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Steve waking up from a nightmare and Billy holding him after will always have such a soft spot in my heart…
He’d kiss Steve’s forehead and tell him that everything will be okay, that he was here to keep Steve safe and no one could hurt him or the people he loved as long as Billy was around. Steve would laugh softly at that.
He’d hold Steve till the sun starts to creep its way through the blinds, Steve’s back to his chest as the boy finally falls asleep relaxed in Billy’s arms.
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lovebillyhargrove · 9 hours
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After Billy dies in Starcourt Steve discovers a talent within himself - for sculpting. He creates dozens of amazing sculptures of his lover who was so treacherously taken to the world of the dead.
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Will one day there be a miracle and a sculpture which especially resembles Billy and embodies Steve's love for him come alive?
Based on the Greek myth of Pygmalion
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toobusybeingdelulu · 2 months
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If you still had any doubts about Billy flirting with Steve during the shower scene, he makes the same arm pose while wooing K*ren. Hope this helps.
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makeadealwithdean · 5 months
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2x04 | 2x06
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princenotsocharming · 2 months
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There's things I wanna talk about, but better not to give But if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey
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rilinhyl · 3 months
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Season3
Pool and Whistle and kissing
(If Steve was also a swimming pool lifeguard /Creepin’ up on him)
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harringroveera · 2 days
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He already burned the receipt sorry Steve
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weird-an · 15 days
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It had to happen. Billy knew that. But why so soon?
Just after sex, still stretched out on Steve's bed, toes tingling. Billy wants a cigarette, but he also likes to watch Steve's flushed skin and listen to his ragged breath, satisfaction purring inside him.
"I wanna ask you something." Steve swallows hard.
Billy's heart sinks.
"Are we… a couple?" It's more a breath than a question. Steve watches him with his dark eyes, brows furrowed.
Billy isn't a boyfriend. He's a flirt, a fling, temptation and sex, but he's not love and hugs and cuddles. He has never been that. He's a dirty secret for a while, like a magazine hidden away until you forget about it.
Billy tries to imagine it. Kissing Steve at Skull rock, going on a date, eating ice cream or whatever. The thought is too bright for his mind. He blinks.
"I… don't date," he says and each word aches, because Steve looks so unsure, so hopeful and so fucking vulnerable. So easy to hurt and that's all Billy knows: hurting and getting hurt.
He looks away, because he doesn't want to see Steve all sliced open, because Billy is a coward, just like his das always tells him.
"Oh." Steve pauses. The silence strangles Billy. He should go, leave and never come back.
"Why?" Steve asks after a while.
Billy opens his mouth, waits for an insult, a scoff or something bitter to jump off his tongue, but he can't find the words.
How can you explain to the sun that you can't see it shine at night?
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Steve is so close, Billy can feel his breath against his cheek. If he turns around, he could kiss him.
"I don't date," Billy repeats, his voice gravel.
Steve's nose brushes against his face.
"I want you to be my boyfriend," Steve whispers.
Billy chokes on his own heart.
"Okay," Billy breathes. He feels like a thief, taking what doesn't belong to him.
There's a hot tear running down his cheek. Steve kisses it away and wraps his arms around Billy.
Maybe the sun does shine at night.
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shieldofiron · 1 day
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They do this so many times around town people are starting a betting pool.
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implicitlysad · 2 years
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THISS -for lack of better terminology- QUARTET!!!!
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disdaidal · 10 months
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for my beloved ana @lovebillyhargrove ♥♥♥
(harringrove fake scenes)
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