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a-jynx · 4 years

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“It’s the way you feel when you step onto that field that let’s you know you couldn’t live without this sport.”

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“You boys are in for a world of hurt! These next few weeks are to weed out the weak, get rid of those who don’t have what it takes to stay on top.” Coach Embers barked, strolling in front of the large crowd of possible players. Possible competition. This was it. This was his time. “And if you think there will be a single moment when you can rest? Think again, son. Now, the lot of you think you’re gonna be some big hotshot and be able to wiggle your way through and keep up with the big dogs! Well, newsflash boys, no measly little worm is going to maneuver their way through this and be alive afterward!” Coach shouted and the field-house was more silent, far more tense than before. Billy glanced around him; the possible players were already breathing hard and slick with sweat from the adrenaline caused by Coach Embers’ speech. Billy knew they all had the same thought. How can I be better?

“Let’s go, ladies! I’m not getting any damn younger here!” Assistant Coach Anderson shouted, everyone rose from their kneeling position on the sidelines, leaving their helmets as they run onto the dew-filled field. The sun barely peeked over the horizon, early morning heat already settling over the boys as they hustled out to the center. The thick water splattered onto their shins, melting down as they moved around the yard lines, moving to get into their positions.

“Alright,” Coach Embers moved to the front, his whistle slinging from side to side, seeming to try and trap the players into a trance. “We’ll start with a mile for warm-ups than we’ll work on passing technique.” He waved for them to go, to start. Billy frowned, shouldn’t have coach blew his whistle? His gaze shifted towards a few of the boys glancing around, they shifted their weight between their legs; antsy. They were showing weakness. Billy found himself smirking, this is going to be too easy.

“Well?” Coach Anderson shouted, stepping forward as Coach Embers snorted. “Get moving, this shit is timed, fellas!” He shouted again as the team turned on their heels and began to jog. Some rushed ahead, slamming their shoulders into each other and laughing. Billy scoffed, they were wasting energy. He ran his tongue against the back of his teeth, flicking it against the bones in concentration. He felt a heavyweight shove into his side.

“Damn, Hargrove, getting lost in that head of yours, huh?” Tommy said with a loud, obnoxious laugh. Billy rolled his eyes, keeping a steady pace as they turned, following the chain link fence. “You’re way too focused on this.”

“And you’re not focused enough, Hagan,” Billy said through gritted teeth. He frowned as the freckled boy kept pace with him, causing Bill to huff. Great.

“Woo, Hargrove’s getting a little snippy! What is that the bitch in you coming out?” Hagan cackled, as he picked up the pace, shoving past a few of the other players as Billy growled.

“Hagan! You’re fucking dead!” Billy shouted after the boy bounding away, he broke into a sprint ducking and weaving between the other boys. Billy growled as his feet thundered against the field, splattering the wet dew up and around him. Hagan was close. He could grab him and easily wring his damn neck. Grounding his molars, he reached out, his fingertips just barely… Catching… Tommy’s sweat-soaked shirt.

“Hagan-” Billy stumbled, tripping and colliding with another warm body. A strangled groan came from the body underneath him. “Fucking ow.” Billy groaned, looking over his shoulder to see some of the other boys running by, snickering as Tommy stood there, an apologetic smile already on his lips. “Asshole.” Billy sneered, caressing his throbbing temple.

“Ha, if anyone here is an asshole, it’d be you, buddy-” the body under Billy spoke, making Billy scoff as he rubbed at his head, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, shut it! It’s your fault for-”

“Walking on a sidewalk? Oh, yes, please sue me!” The guy whined as Billy snarled. Then the voice registered and Billy’s head snapped up, his eyes going wide. This… Guy. A dull yellow beanie doing nothing to capture the thick, brown waves of hair. Bright, large brown eyes narrowed towards him, making his throat tighten and Billy’s mouth dry. Steve. Fucking. Harrington.

“Billy Hargrove?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Steve growled. He scrambled up and away from Billy, the cement digging into his scraped palms. The girl behind Steve dropped the large box she was carrying to grab his elbow, helping him stand up. and holding him still. “What are you doing here!” Steve asked through clenched teeth. He yanked his away and winced as he tried to brush his stinging palms clean on his jeans. Turning back to the girl who looked unimpressed. “Why is he here?!”

“Jesus, calm down, Pretty boy, it’s been a while but you’re still the dramatic princess I remember.” Billy rolled his eyes, pushing himself off of the ground. “And hey, jackass, it’s a public college! Y’know what a public college is, right?” Billy huffed, as he dusted himself off, cross his arms over his chest.

“Of course I do, I’m not stupid, by why here?! Why not go back to… to California?!” Steve challenged, stepping towards Billy. Billy stepped closer, accepting Steve’s challenge. He set his jaw, clicking his tongue.

“Because Princess, I ain’t got the money right now. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ll be out of your,” Billy paused, reaching up and plucking the beanie off of Steve’s head, ruffling his hand through Steve’s thick and surprisingly soft hair. Billy took a beat to recover from the shock of how nice Steve’s soft hair felt against his rough palm “hair in a few years.” Steven knocked Billy’s hand away.

“Fuck. Off.” Steve bit out. Frustration evident in the angry red blush on his cheeks. Billy leaned back, studying the boy he thought he had left behind in Hawkins, Indiana. The boy whose brown eyes were never far too far from his thoughts.

“Strong language to come from someone so pretty-”

“Alright, we get it, Hargrove. You think Dingus here is gorgeous,” the girl said. As she picked up the box while Steve crouched down to pick up a few items that had fallen from his box when Billy had crashed into him. “Now, how about you go back to passing a pigskin between all of your sweaty ass teammates and let us finish getting him moved in, yeah?” She nodded once, smirking, as she began to walk away, not even bothering to see if he was following. Steve turned to follow her.

“You always such a good bitch, pretty boy?” Billy said, flicking the tip of his tongue between his lips, licking at his chapped lips. Even with the annoyance that followed Steve. Steve pursed his lips with a huff, as he fixed his grip on the cardboard box.

“Why don’t you just go toss some balls, Hargrove?” He snorted, walking away with the sway of his hip, his shoulders sliding side-to-side. The thick curls that had escaped from the yellow wool cage, dragging and just barely scrapping against Steve’s shoulders. Billy glanced to the soft beanie in his head, clenching it gently as he tried to glare at it, however, he just found himself staring at it with adoration.

“Hargrove! Come on, we’re still getting timed and shit!” Tommy shouted from the opened gate, waiting there as Billy blinked, turning his head towards him and rolling his eyes. Stuffing the beanie into his pocket, Billy jogged towards the gate, daring himself to not look back. Not look back at the past he left behind. Just don’t look back…

“Billy, what’s up man? You look like you saw a ghost.” He questioned as they began to jog back towards the team. Tommy knew. He knew exactly what happened while he stood behind the gate, watching the practice while Billy dealt with Harrington. Both of the coach’s voices filtering through the thick air as the two came to a slow walk towards the end, watching as a few groups split around the field, some practicing with throwing techniques, some running once again, and some heading in for the bench presses.

“Uh, no, no, I just… I think I slammed my head into Harrington’s.” He mumbled, fiddling with his ponytail, tugging at a few strands and biting his lip hard. “I’m heading to the locker room.”

“Are you cool? Like, does your head hurt or anything?” Tommy asked, stepping towards him before Billy leaned back, shooting Tommy a weak smirk.

“I’m good. I’m good, just… I’ll see you later, alright?” Billy waved him off, jogging towards the locker room, feeling his heart pound in his ears. Thoughts, memories, stupid… Ideas rushed through his head as he shoved open the steel door. He stopped in front of the sink, pressing himself against the porcelain, his nails trying to dig into it like a chunk of flesh - a chunk of meat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You see him one time - one goddamn time - and you’re losing yourself all over again? Pull it together, Hargrove.” He hissed, clenching his teeth together as his eyes filtered across his face; the red blush from his run and run-in settled over his shoulders and face, the slight blood gathered on his bottom lip, the few scars for his memory of Hawkins printed permanently on his tan flesh. Shoving himself back, huffing with the roll of his eyes.

“Pull it together. Pull it together and realize this is your time! This is your time and you’re going to work your ass off and you’re going to get into the NFL and… And…” Billy’s voice died down as the door shot open, the loud rumble of the other’s laughs and chats ringing in his ears as he inhaled deeply, sighing before pushing off the sink again, and walking back towards the exit onto the field. Practice. Just worry about practice. Just… Pull it together, Hargrove. Only, what? Three-and-a-half more years… Well, it’s not likely that he will run into Harrington again. What are the odds?

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Part One; To Be Added

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lesbianlovelanguage · 4 years

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I know I haven’t been super active recently beyond like reblogging shit and I have a whole bunch of sweet asks in my inbox that just make me go 🥺🥺💖💖 so thank you @eraseyourbookofstories @myboyfriendsteve @a-magey @trashmouth-hargrove @geraltxfrivia @dracula-incarnate @gideongrace and every one of my followers and mutuals for being fucking amazing and just 🙏🏻😤

#it’s been a WEEK #let me tell you #but for realsies #i love y’all with all my heart #and i’m so thankful to be a part of this fandom #hugs and kisses #tay rambles #sorry i’m feeling some type of way right now

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varls · 4 years

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actor gif meme ✰ @theodroenott asked: sebastian stan + [1] favorite film

i know who killed fury. most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. the ones who do call him the winter soldier. he’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years. captain america: the winter soldier (2014)

#*#marvel #marveledit #ca:tws #catwsedit #twsedit #captainamericaedit #thewintersoldieredit #captain america #gif set #actor gif meme #paleedit #geraltxfrivia #movies #m: ca:tws #m: captain america

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varls · 4 years

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OPERATION DYNAMO ANNIVERSARY (may 27 to june 4, 1940) nine characters for nine days of evacuation — day one: tommy

how hard is it to find a dead englishman on dunkirk beach? he didn’t kill anyone!

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varls · 4 years

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OPERATION DYNAMO ANNIVERSARY (may 27 to june 4, 1940) nine characters for nine days of evacuation — day eight: george mills

i told my dad i’ve, i’ve done nothing at school. but i know i would do something one day. maybe get in the local paper. maybe my teachers would see it.

#*#dunkirk #george mills #dunkirkedit #georgemillsedit #movieedit #filmedit #paleedit #geraltxfrivia #oda*

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varls · 4 years

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OPERATION DYNAMO ANNIVERSARY (may 27 to june 4, 1940) nine characters for nine days of evacuation — day six: peter dawson

you’re raf? — not me. my brother. he flew hurricanes. died third week into the war.

#*#dunkirk #dunkirkedit #peter dawson #peterdawsonedit #tom glynn carney #oda*#gif set #paleedit #movieedit #geraltxfrivia

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OPERATION DYNAMO ANNIVERSARY (may 27 to june 4, 1940) nine characters for nine days of evacuation — day seven: mister dawson

men my age dictate this war. why should we be allowed to send our children to fight it?

#*#dunkirk #dunkirkedit #mister dawson #misterdawsonedit #gif set #movieedit #paleedit #geraltxfrivia #oda*

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varls · 4 years

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Dean-Charles Chapman in The King (2019)

a small surprise for @geraltxfrivia, love you lots.

#dean charles chapman #deancharleschapmanedit #the king #thekingedit #netflixedit #the king netflix #*#gif set #movieedit #ugh #i really need to learn how to sharpen gifs #i'm so bad at it

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a-jynx · 4 years

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𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀 & 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓈 | 𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓇

“Darling, don’t ever be too shy to dance your heart out.”

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The world seemed to crash around him, crashing straight into a large fire pit that sat at the lowest level of Hell. Steve licked at his lips, slowly locking his phone and sitting it in the passenger seat. His mind seemed to rattle and shake like his hands as he gripped the rubber steering wheel, swallowing thickly as he glanced at the young girl in the child car seat behind him, her thick blonde curls swaying as she bopped her head to the music playing from her headphones. And just by looking at her… Steve could feel his heart plummet down into his stomach and even past that.

Carter had become obsessed with dance after watching competitive dance competitions on TV and YouTube, dragging Maxine and Hendrix in to dance trios with her, or when they couldn’t be bothered or were doing something else, Carter always knew she could count on her daddy to dance with her - he always did. The bright smile that broke across her face, the light that shone in her bright blue eyes sparkling when Steve would spin her, or lift her like “one of the professionals!” And to see her smile and glitter like that all the time? Oh, Steve would sell his soul. And now… He may have to do just that.

“Daddy… Who was that?” Steve jumped at the voice, glancing between the rear view and the road. Carter’s blue eyes stared into his dark eyes, making him gulp as he flashed her a gentle smile. Attempting to soothe the storm that began brewing behind her icy blues.

“No one important, C.” He said, nodding once as she frowned gently. “Hey, were you able to talk to Billy about your solo for next weekend?” Steve asked, watching with a tired smile as Carter’s eyes lit up and she practically vibrated in her car seat.

“I did! He said he already had my choreography finished and the music ready.” She giggled, kicking her little feet as Steve shook his head, his smile widening. She slipped those chunky purple kitten-eared headphones and bobbed her head once again, leaving Steve to brew in his head. Reagan had called. It was final. The divorce was finalized and Steve was once again single, only this time? He’s taking three beautiful children with him. Hendrix was Steve’s eldest, now coming to the age of eighteen, Maxine was his middle child, hitting the ripe age of eleven, and Carter was his youngest, just stepping into the age of eight.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, C?” He asked, shooting her another glance, seeing her thin brows knitted together, causing him to mirror the sour face.

“Is Ms. Miller going to be at the apartment when we go home?” Carter asked, her voice soft as the tires below them cracked and popped from the graveled parking lot. Shifting the car into park, and turned towards Carter, a sad smile already on his lips.

“Oh, C, baby, I… No. Hendrix is home with Maxie, but Ms. Miller is moving out.” He sighed, rolling his lips together as he tried to swallow, the air trapped in his throat feeling like spikes, stabbing into his windpipes and muscles.

“Oh… Good. I didn’t like her.”

“Carter, come on, she-” Steve’s voice died as he met the arched brow, pursed lips, and ‘are you serious?’ hidden behind her glowing eyes. He chuckled gently before turning and getting out of the car, Carter doing the same as Steve grabbed her bag from the backseat floorboard. With the slam of their doors and the marching towards the door, when Steve felt his stomach jump and pull, making him shiver as he slowed to a stop, pulling Carter to him as she turned, her lips parted.

“Cart, I need you to know… No one knows about Ms. Miller - Reagan - leaving the apartment, okay? And I can tell Billy if you’d like, however, the other parents and kids don’t need to know, alright?” Steve asked, his eyes searching hers as she smiled softly before leaning forward, wrapping her small arms around his neck with a squeeze. His own lanky appendages wrapped around her, holding her close with a sigh. How? How are we going to fix this?

“Alright, let’s go, Billy’s going to have my head if you’re late.”

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“Carter! Nice of you to join us,” Billy grinned, winking at the young girl as she came sprinting into class, joining the others in the Ten-sity line-up. He opened his mouth to speak, only for it to get strangled in his throat as a gentle knock came from the door. “Steve?” Billy questioned, his brows furrowed as he turned towards him, as Steve shrugged gently.

“I need to speak with you, privately, please.” He mumbled, eyes glancing between the glistening black floor and Billy’s glistening skin.

“Well, can it wait? I mean, we have to practice the group dance, then the two duets, as well as Carter’s solo-” Billy started, only for Steve to take a step into the classroom.

“Billy. It’s important.” Steve hissed through clenched teeth, making him blink as Billy swallowed thickly, nodding once.

“Okay, girls spread out and start stretching. Hanna, if you try to start dancing before stretching again, or I will bench you this weekend.” Billy warned, his tone dripping with a small threat as the small girl nodded. Steve pushed out of the classroom, tears already pooling in his lashes as he grabbed a few tissues at the front, thanking Kerian as he walked by. Billy came up behind him, leading him into the small shop, closing the door behind them. He turned towards Steve, only for his eyes to widen as he reached forward, caressing his elbows with a gentle hand.

“Steve? Pretty boy, what’s wrong?” His voice wavered with… What anger? Maybe. Sadness? Again, maybe.

“I… Carter can’t dance anymore,” Steve whispered, his bottom lip trembling as he picked at the tissue, imagining if it were Reagan’s head. Billy stood there, his hands still holding tightly onto Steve - grounding him - in this moment.

“What’re you talking about? She looked fine. No injuries, or sadness, or anything really-”

“No, no, Carter is… Cart’s fine! I just… Do you remember Reagan?” The name invited venom to seep from Steve’s voice.

“Dragon lady? Yeah, why?”

“I… She finalized the divorce. She’s taking whatever money she spent back with her things at my apartment, and she’s threatening to sue me saying I forced her to pay for dance classes and I just… Billy, I can’t afford it anymore.” Steve could taste the bile work up his throat, it constricting as his shoulders shook. Billy hugged him close, holding him and trying to wrap his body around his shaking figure.

“Steve, you can’t take those kids out of here. You can’t take Carter out of dance! She’ll want to die before she gives up dancing.” Billy whispered, keeping his grip on Steve as he huffed, tugging him back and frowning at the tear streaks that stained his skin, his cheeks, and nose a strawberry red.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Wh - What? What, Billy no! No, I refuse to let you pay that! It’s my responsibility!” Steve gaped. This couldn’t be happening. He can’t seriously be considering this!

“Stevie, I refuse your refusal,” he flashed a soft smile. “I’m not gonna let this take dance away from Carter! And besides, where else would I get my daily dose of the Harrington clan?” Billy chuckled softly, his bright eyes filling with tears as Steve’s lips fell apart as he stared into those ocean blues. He felt his body relax, his shoulders slowly dropped and his tears slowly began to dry - they brought comfort.

“I - Billy, you can’t pay for her lessons. It’s not your responsibility,” he murmured, rolling the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip as Billy grinned, shaking his head with a soft laugh.

“I’m making it my responsibility. Carter is just as much as my child as she is yours, Pretty boy. So, are Maxine and Hendrix.”

Steve went silent. Thoughts were mangled and mixed, his heart raced in his ears, and he could feel the heat coming off in waves from Billy’s body, leaning further into it. Billy wrapped himself tighter around him, grinning as Steve sighed into the warmth, swallowing down the dread and fear that was working up in his chest, knotting up and burrowing itself into his heart for later thought. Later tears.

“Is it unprofessional that I really want to kiss you right now?” Steve mumbled, staring into Billy’s deep blues as he chuckled, squeezing at Steve’s sides, a glint shimmering in his eyes.

“Oh, extremely unprofessional… But, I can’t say I don’t want you to right now.”

#harringrove #dad!steve #dance instructor! billy #billy x steve #Silk & Diamonds #teaser #Dance Moms AU #im sorry #billy hargrove #steve harrington #Carter Marie #Maxine El #Hendrix Rose #Ty-Ty and I’s shared kids :’)

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a-jynx · 4 years

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𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀 & 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓈 |𝒞𝒽. 2 | 𝒢𝒶𝓎 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

“Darling, don’t ever be too shy to dance your heart out.”

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“Last to arrive, yet last to leave,” Billy smirked as the Harrington family came from the dressing room. Maxine and Carter grinned, rushing towards him as he crouched wrapping his arms tightly around the two, hugging them close. “God, Maxie, you got so big!” He ruffled her hair as she made a sound of annoyance.

“I’m still the same Maxie!” She nodded once as he mirrored it, standing he met Hendrix, who flashed him a small smile before hugging him close as well.

“And where’d my little Drix go!? I swear just last weekend you were down to my hip.” Billy chuckled as Hendrix joined in, shaking his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nah, come on, Billy! Y’ know I turned eighteen a few weeks ago.” He shrugged as Billy nodded, squeezing Hendrix’s shoulder.

“Of course I know like I’d forget,” Billy smirked, his attention drawn towards Steve, whose eyes were practically glued to his phone. Each time it buzzed in his hand, Steve’s brows would deepen into a crease while his lips tightened into a frown. Billy easily mirrored the action.

“Are you guys going home?” He murmured, making Steve turn his attention away from his phone.

“Uh, no… We have to go get Carter’s costume made up for her solo this weekend. Which we’re leaving for Friday morning, right?” Steve asked, his eyes looking everywhere but Billy’s own. He frowned at the poor guy, whatever had taken place this morning riled him - startled him and he was staying on his toes.

“Yeah, we’re leaving Friday morning, eight sharp, alright?” Billy flashed him a kind smile, nodding as the Harrington tribe nodded back, all wandering out as Billy gripped Steve’s shoulder, causing a noise to escape his throat. He watched as Steve spun to meet his gaze, eyes wide as he stumbled to meet Billy’s eyes.

“Are you sure you're alright?” He asked his hand heavy on the soft shoulder of Steve’s shirt. Steve shrugged, gently leaning away from Billy’s touch, glancing back to his phone before clearing his throat.

“Fine. I’ll see you Friday, alright?” Steve said a tight smile as he shouldered past Billy, his hand stretched out in front of him and his eyes glued once again to his phone. Billy frowned, rolling his eyes as he followed, closing and locking the doors as Max came barreling out of the acro class.

“Max? What’re you - what happened?”

“Uh, Simon Jones may have just twisted his ankle trying to tackle a double back flip and he may have landed on it sideways.” She huffed out a chuckle, rubbing at her neck before rounding the counter, rushing back to her class with Billy in tow.

“Are you kidding me?!” He hissed out through clenched teeth, grabbing her elbow with a huff as she snapped her head around, her thick braid smacking him.

“What?”

“I thought we agreed that the Jones kids weren’t allowed back into acro after the last incident.” He groaned, rubbing his hand down his face, attempting to ignore the slight sting on his cheek and jaw from the thick braid. Max cracked a small smile, using her free hand and rubbing at the back of her neck.

“I know, but uh… This may be a bad time to mention I might have added Taylor and Shaw to the competition doing an acrobatic routine.” She hissed as Billy’s eyes widened, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“You added them without consulting me first?!” He hissed, rubbing at his face with both hands, groaning into his palms as Max flashed him a grin.

“Lily paid me extra for lessons! I wasn’t about to turn down a customer in your business, dickwad!”

“Okay, shitbird, I don’t care that she paid for extra lessons, that’s awesome honestly, but you need to talk to me before you even think about adding kids into the competition that is this weekend and they haven’t learned one dance.”

“Well, she may have paid me a little extra… To put her kids in the competition…” Her voice trailed as Billy’s face fell, making him hiss and groan before facepalming with a huff.

“Isn’t that a bribe?�� He mumbled, as she shrugged, stepping backward and pushing into her classroom, Billy quickly followed to see Simon laying on the floor, his brothers’ sitting with him.

“Miss Mayfield! Mr. Hargrove!” The class broke into a quiet stammer as Max rushed over, putting the ice on Simon’s ankle as he sat up, grinning sheepishly at the teachers.

“Hi, Mr. Hargrove-”

“Simon… Si, come on, I thought we talked about this,” Billy sighed.

“I - I know! I know we did, but I’m ready!” Simon grinned, waving for his brothers’ to help him up, only to have Billy wave them off. He squatted down to Simon, grabbing his shoulder with a small smile.

“I know your mom wants you all in the comp this weekend, but you can’t just… Join in and expect yourself to be an expert, especially when you haven’t even learned the dance the group is doing.” Billy mumbled, hoping to keep the embarrassment down for him. He hated having to talk down a student who had clear potential… Simon slowly nodded, frowning as Billy helped him up. Taylor grabbed the ice pack as Shaw stooped underneath his other armpit and helped him hop towards the locker room, not wanting to strain his already hurt foot.

“Thank you boys.” Billy nodded as they sat Simon down, a huff leaving him as the other Jones boys nodded, mumbling to their brother before walking back into the classroom. Billy sat next to him, reaching up and ruffling up his shagged hair with a grin as Simon huffed, a smile already on his lips.

“You have potential here, Si, but you need to make sure you can trust yourself first. Trusting your body to know what to do - muscle memory - to get it down and protect yourself while dancing. You can’t… Well, you can’t dwell too much on the movements.” Billy shrugged, glancing towards the young boy who was frowning, yet nodding along.

“So… I need to trust my body, not my mind?” He mumbled as Billy snorted, nodding.

“Exactly. And don’t worry, it’ll take time for you to get, trust me, I took years to finally get it. So, all I can say is you’re doing better than me at your age.” Billy grinned as Simon’s face lit up, a large smile breaking across his face.

“Wait, really..? How long did it take you to… Become good?” He murmured, glancing at Billy. He couldn’t but snicker.

“It took a couple of years, I only started dancing because of my mom. She was… Graceful. Beautiful. I dreamed of looking as fluid as she did while she danced.” Billy smiled, feeling the weight in his chest grow before huffing. “My father hated it, however. Believed it was… Distasteful for a man to dance. Believed it was-”

“Gay?”

Billy blinked, swallowing thickly and tipping his head left-to-right with a shrug. Simon’s brows furrowed as he sighed.

“I wouldn’t say gay, but… He thought it was wrong for a man to dance, especially in ballet. He saw dance as a woman’s hobby, not a sport or… Competitive. Just that it was dainty and-”

“Mr. Hargrove!” The door shot open, revealing Taylor. “Our mother wants to talk to you.” He frowned as he moved forward, helping Simon up as Billy stood, stooping down some and catching his shoulder underneath Simon’s armpit.

“Let’s get you to the front.” He mumbled as they started towards the front, Simon hobbling between them as Lily, Mrs. Jones, came rushing over. Her hands gripped Simon’s face, holding him as she held back sobs.

“Oh, my poor boy! Look at you, you can’t even walk by yourself anymore!” She gushed, pulling him forward as Taylor and Shaw stood to the side, snickering as Simon held his middle finger up behind his mother’s back, making Billy join in on the laughs.

“Mrs. Jones-”

“You! This is all your fault!” She snapped, still holding onto Simon’s face, using one hand to wave at Billy, making him fight the urge to roll his eyes.

“Mrs. Jones, I can promise you Simon will be fine-”

“Of course he will! I’m taking him to the best doctor in California and then I’ll be finding the best lawyer to sue you for injuring my son!” She growled, wiggling her French tip nail in his face before he patted it away, frowning. Dread already building in his chest.

“Mom!” Shaw gaped.

“Mom, seriously that doesn’t need to happen!” Taylor reasoned, walking towards her.

“Can you let go of me, please?!” Simon snapped, gently shoving himself up and away from her as he shook his head. “There’s no reason to sue Mr. Hargrove!”

“You got hurt!”

“Because I didn’t trust myself!” Simon spat, glancing to Billy, who smiled some and nodded, making Simon grin before turning back to his mother. “I… I didn’t trust myself and I got too caught up in my mind. Then, I fell on my ankle. But don’t blame Mr. Hargrove or Ms. Mayfield for something that’s my fault!” Simon huffed, swallowing audibly as Billy took a step closer, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, turning his attention to Mrs. Jones.

“Lily, you know I love your kids. I love having them here and them representing my company. But, please, don’t make the entire studio suffer because Simon missed a step.” Billy urged, stepping forward as Taylor and Shaw stepped around him and their mother, grabbing Simon and helping him out the front doors. Lily glanced towards her boys before turning back to Billy, huffing with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh… Alright. Fine. Just because my boys seem so fond of you, and… You’re just such a good role model to them.” Lily gushed, stepping towards Billy, leaning into his chest as he fought off a grimace, chuckling before nodding.

“I… I love your family, really, Mrs. Jones.” He emphasized on her name, causing her to stumble back while clearing her throat.

“Well, then, you should join us for dinner Monday! After we win the competition!” She grinned, leaning close, only for him to shuffle sideways. Praying that someone would strike him down as she followed him around the counter, making him grimace as she gripped his wrist, making him groan.

“I - Lily, truly I couldn’t intrude like that-”

“It’s not intruding if I invite you, silly.” She giggled, brushing the tips of her manicured nails against Billy’s arms. Goosebumps lumped up and caused him to shiver as Max came around the corner, skipping to a stop as she cleared her throat.

“Mrs. Jones, maybe you should get Simon to the doctors?” She asked, frowning as she crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes as Lily stepped away, blinking as she giggled nervously.

“Oh, of course… I’ll call you to let you know what the doctors say.” She winked, backing away and sashaying out of the studio as Billy groaned, flopping back into the wheeled office chair. Max snickered as she leaned against the counter, smirking as Billy rubbed down his face, looking at her with pouted lips.

“And you think,” she started, making him arch his brow. “She would take the hint with our.. Repeating theme.” She nodded towards the tack board. Multiple colored flags hung there, along with a plaque up about respecting everyone and their own choices; leave your beliefs at the door, we’re here to dance. Competition dates, birthday cards, thank you cards, flyers and offers just taped as everyone was in such a rush to actually tack it.

“Some people are oblivious even to the most obvious of things…” Billy huffed, leaning back in the chair as Max rounded the counter, sitting on the lip of it with a shrug.

“You don’t show it too well around the other parents.”

“What’re you talking about..?” He glared. Max sighed.

“I’m talking about your gay pining thoughts!” She spat, swinging her leg around as he narrowed his eyes, scoffing.

“My gay pining thoughts? What are you talking about!”

“You’re acting as if I have closed up the studio with you. And if I’m being honest with you, everyone here has already placed bets on whether it's going to be you or Steve that makes the first move-”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait a second, Steve’s married-”

“Unhappily.” Max added as Billy gaped, rolling his eyes.

“Happily or not, he’s still married! I’m not… I’m not going to be a homewrecker.” He huffed, feeling his chest tighten at the mere thought of Steve continuing in his situation… The kids being taken away… Steve being lost onto the streets of South California.

“I heard they may get a divorce.” Tommy suddenly quipped, causing the siblings to jump and turn to see him wiping at his forehead. Billy quickly frowned and stood as Max leaned against the upper lip, frowning as well.

“What’re you talking about, Hagan? Reagan and Steve have been married for… Years. Why would they get a divorce?” Billy shot, testing it as Tommy shrugged, leaning against the wall next to him. Holding up his hands in defense.

“I’m just telling you what I heard.” He murmured. Billy frowned and scoffed, shaking his head, causing a few curls to escape his bun.

“Yeah? And who’d you hear it from?”

“One of the moms - Tammy? She mentioned Reagan texting her saying, and I quote, ‘Steven hasn’t been fulfilling my needs as a husband!! I mean he does nothing around the house except play with those snot-nosed brats and take Carter to dance! He’s a disgrace and he honestly doesn’t deserve me.’” Tommy quoted at the end as Billy and Max both shared a look. Nobody, at the Hargrove Studio, liked Reagan. She was banned from the property unless Steve had business to attend and couldn’t drop off the kids himself.

“She… Reagan texted that to Tammy?! She talked about Steve like that, seriously?! He’s a better father than half the… The assholes that the women here are married too!” Billy bit, snarling and baring his teeth like some wild dog as Max held back her giggle, nodding along with him.

“You’re getting heated, Billy.” Aubrey murmured, walking by with a few new costumes in her hand as Billy felt the heat rush up from his chest.

“I - No, I’m not. I just… It’s shitty for a wife to be talking about her husband that way! Especially when he is kind enough to take care of the kids while she’s gone literally all day!” Billy growled, backing up and flopping down into his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest as Tommy and Max shared a glance.

“Bill, why don’t you take the night?” Tommy suggested, making him frown.

“What..?”

“Yeah! Take the night off, you’ve been here all morning, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been here all night too.” Max grinned, scooting off of the edge and patting Billy's shoulder. Tommy nodded, dragging off the towel with a smirk.

“See, even Max-a-million agrees! And she rarely agrees with me.”

Billy rolled his eyes, shrugging off Max’s hand and taking a step away from them, causing them to share a look as he moved back towards his classroom.

“Listen, I get you both are just looking out for me, but I can’t just take the night off! I mean, I need to get the costumes organized-”

“Done.” Aubrey pipped in, walking by with a few of said costumes in hand, Billy felt heat rise up.

“Okay, uh, thank you Aub, but what about the older kids list? I mean, they don’t know-”

“Tommy and I already went over that today. That’s what we did at the beginning of our classes.” Max shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest with a slight smirk. Billy blinked, trying to fight back to the urge to scream.

“Fine, awesome, yeah great but what about..” His voice trailed as he sighed. “Let me guess, whatever I continue to come up with, you guys have already covered?” He tested, slightly glaring at his sister and crew, who all grinned, nodding.

“Perfect… Fine, yeah, I’ll go home but I’m getting here early tomorrow so we can leave!” He growled as Tommy grabbed his backpack, shoving it into Billy’s arms and pushing him towards the glass doors.

“Go get some rest, Bill, I’m serious!” Tommy called after him, closing the doors and making it clear he locked them behind Billy with a shake of them. He rolled his eyes, flicking his middle finger over his shoulder before walking towards his lightening blue Camaro. Tugging open the driver side door, he tossed his backpack into the passenger seat, starting the car with a groan.

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Pulling into his assigned parking spot and flicking off the engine. He sat in silence, his hands flexed against the steering wheel. His eyes flickered around, noticing the few decorative bushes swaying against the gentle California breeze pushing against them. The bright yellow street lights shining down onto the sidewalk, the iron stairwell shone dully.

Inhaling deeply, he sighed out of his mouth, pulling the keys out and grabbing his backpack, he tugged it onto his shoulder before climbing out, slamming it shut with a huff as he trudged up to his apartment. A smile broke across his lips as he pushed open the dark oak door, a loud mewl and small patter of paws echoed as he closed the door and hung his bag up, his keys clattering into the small ceramic bowl.

“There’s my little girl!” Billy stooped down, fighting back a grimace as he scooped up the small ball of black and white fur, grinning as she began to purr against his calloused palm. “Hi, Moo-Moo,” he grinned, adjusting her body to rest on his shoulder as he moved through the apartment, listening to the purring in his ear as he sat her on the counter, barely glancing when she jumped down and ate at her bowl.

He flinched as he bent at his knees, pulling out some left over Panda Express and huffing as he placed the Styrofoam box in the microwave. Pressing a few buttons, Billy opened his medicine cabinet, frowning as his hands grasped three different prescribed pill bottles. The pills rattled against one another as he pressed them open, sighing as the chalky white pills stumbled and fell into his hand, taking one from each as he popped them into his mouth, quickly swallowing them with a huff.

A gentle meow came from besides him, making him smile softly as he screwed the lids back on before placing them back in the cabinet, patting the counter as she pounced up, rubbing against his hand as he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, sweetpea.” He murmured to her, causing her to meow as he rolled his eyes, opening the microwave and grabbing out his grilled chicken chow mien, snatching a fork out of the drying rack and moving towards the living room, Moo-Moo following close behind. Settling into the bright blue sofa, Moo-Moo curling up next to him with a soft purr in approval. He grinned, propping his food on his lap, holding it with one hand while the other rubbed against her head. “You’re so lucky you’re cute.” He mumbled, reaching forward and turning on the TV, allowing whatever channel it turned on to continue to play.

He settled in, eating the chicken with a smirk, barely registering what the TV was droning on about as he chewed thoughtfully before swallowing and sitting there. Was Tommy right..? Is Reagan planning on leaving Steve? Is she taking the kids..? No. No, she wouldn’t do that. She’s not going to leave him after nine years! They… They have it good. Tommy was just bluffing. Right…?

He huffed, snapping shut the box and glancing at the clock. 11:30 PM. Jesus. Billy stood, disturbing Moo-Moo, who mewled angrily as he turned off the TV and moved towards the kitchen, stuffing his left overs back into their original place before flipping off all of the lights, scratching at the back of his head as he swayed down the hallway. Stopping to lean against his bedroom’s doorway, staring into the dark room. Moo-Moo ran between his legs, hopping onto his queen size bed, lowering herself onto the dark blue comforter with a loud purr.

“How come I bought you a bed, yet you decide to still sleep in mine..?” He questioned, shaking his head as he reached up, releasing his curls from the messy bun, sighing as the tension vanished. Cracking his door open, he kicked off his copper lined tights, hissing at the pain as his knee began to throb and ache. Tossing them into the dirty pile, he tugged open his side table's drawer, pulling out the numbing cream with an annoyed huff.

Popping open the cap, he squeezed out a good amount before splatting it onto his knee area and huffed as the tingles began to work through it, making him hiss as he smear it around before wincing and fighting back the urge to scream. Peeling off his old tank, he smeared off the extra cream off of his hand, huffing before tossing it into the dark with a growl.

He shifted himself further onto the bed, laying down as his fur friend crawled up, pawing at his chest gently making him chuckle as he rubbed his knuckle against her head, making her purr loud against him.

“You care too much, Moo-Moo.” He whispered into the dark, closing his eyes slowly as his thumb caressed the soft swirled black and white fur ball snuggled closer to his cheek, making him sigh with a smile. “But at least you care.” He sighed, leaning into the warmth with a quiet mumble as they lulled each other to a soft sleep..

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