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hargrove-mayfields · 4 months

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My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Hope y’all liked this little snippet! And if you enjoyed this, I bet you’re all gonna love what our next poster has in store! So excited and thrilled to announce the very talented, very inspired- @nymphwriter!

#harringroverelayrace #harringrove relay race #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #heather holloway #carol perkins #tommy hagan #my writing #ocd billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #autistic steve harrington #epileptic heather holloway

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thediktatortot · 11 months

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I feel like Billy is one of those people who gets super itchy all over if he encounters a texture or a Thing that he doesn't like the feeling of. Like bugs or the feeling of dust under his fingers or even just the thought of something like lice. He hates it, the only thing that makes it go away is washing his hands or taking a shower and sometimes he just has to live with the itching until he can get home.

#i may be projecting #but with how dacre talks about having OCD it makes me feel more comfortable assigning Billy #with some of these things #billy hargrove #Neurodivergent Billy Hargrove

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hrrgrve · 2 years

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is it bad to self-diagnose yourself with autism/adhd/ocd etc? - because you’re unable to get professional a diagnosis!! and due to a long waiting list and/or unsupportive family members?

even if you’ve been thoroughly researching it for a couple of months? and find you show a lot of signs/symptoms(?)?

#billy hargrove #stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #dw these are just to gain some attention because i just want to know ..#autism #adhd #ocd #on the spectrum #the spectrum #autism spectrum #adhd spectrum #ocd spectrum

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princessofmarvel · 2 years

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Boobies!

Summary | You are in the car when steve and robin have their conversation about boobies . Part 2 !!!!!

Pairing | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader! ( The Reader Has Breast )

Word Count | 533

Warnings! | Slight Spoilers For Stranger Things 4 Volume 1! And, Allusion’s To Smut? Kind of , Lol .

Author's Note! | Hey You Guys! I think that I have done with the random capitalization and the random punctuation that is caused from my OCD on this fic! But, I still apologize if there are any! And, I am working on the next part of my Eddie Munson fic. I am just trying to figure out how to write it down! This Has Been Proof Read , But Please Let Me Know If I Have Missed Anything ! And, please send in any requests or Thought’s That You Have for Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Or Eddie Munson! I apologize for how short this is , Lol !

“People Who Like Boobies!” Were the first words that you heard out of your boyfriend's mouth once you got into the back seat of his car for him to take you and your best friend ( And his best friend ) Robin to school to go to this pep rally that was just way too early in the morning for.

“What the hell did I just walk in on?” You asked while kissing Steve’s cheek before you take your seat in the backseat of his BMW.

“We are talking about how Vickie obviously like’s boobie’s!”

“We do not know that!” “Yes we do! She returned Fast Times at what time? 53 minute’s 5 seconds, Robin , she likes what? Boobie’s!” Say’s your boyfriend while he raises his voice some.

“Oh my god Steve, will you stop saying boobie’s, please tell your boyfriend to stop saying the word boobie’s!” Robin yells while looking back at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry Robin, But I agree with Steve on this one” You said to her, which causes her to roll her eyes at the both of you.

“Look Robin, It is not A big deal, I like boobies , You like boobie’s , Vickie like’s boobie’s!” Exclaimed your boyfriend to the 3 of you in the car.

“Um, Steve , You like who’s boobies?” You say while leaning forward to rest your chin on your boyfriend’s shoulder, While placing your hand onto his bicep.

“Yours, Y/n, I like-love your boobies, I mean, your bra is in the backseat for A reason” Steve say’s while grabbing your hand off of his bicep and kissing your knuckles.

“Steve!” You say starting to search the backseat for the bra that he says he has.

“What?!” Steve says “I was just saying how much I love your boobies!”

“Ok, look Robin, Vickie like’s boobies! And, trust me she will love your boobies! I mean they're amazing!” You say while gesturing to Robin.

"Why do you two keep saying the word Boobies" Robin says to you and Steve. "But, Thank you Y/n, Your boobies are quite nice as well." She says turning around to look at you with a smile on her face, her mood obviously being lifted at least a little bit from you and Steve.

"Wait, You've seen her Boobies?" Steve says gesturing between you and Robin.

"Um Yeah" Robin says while you are still looking for your bra.

"But, Those are my boobies" Steve says with a Sad and pouting tone to his voice.

"Steve!" You exclaimed again, Not being able to stop the smile that was starting to form on your face. That comment from anyone else would have infuriated you but Steve saying it was so cute, Especially in that tone.

"What?!" He asks while parking the car at the school. "They Are! Those are my Boobies and I will prove it if I have too, Also your bra is under the seat." He says while getting out and opening your door while Robin is already on her way To Get Ready for the Pep rally.

"Robin Is Right Though '' Steve Say's While Holding Your Hand And Walking You To The Gym. "You Do Have Really Nice Boobies." "Steve!"

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #johnathan byers

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cowteapot · 2 years

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Boyfriend HC

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: how dating Billy would feel

Warnings: implied smut, cursing, violence, abusive relationships, toxic billy

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Billy only does PDA when he’s jealous, if he catches anyone looking at you the wrong way his arm is thrown around your shoulder as he brushes back your hair and leaves hot wet kisses all over your neck

He’s tough on the outside, always brushing you off and ignoring you but when you two are alone in his bed with the only light being the moon shining through the curtains he’s a softy

Billy loves picking you up late at night, he’ll knock on your door waking up your whole family but when you step out onto the porch in mismatch pajamas he’ll grab your hand and throw you in his car. The two of you will drive around for hours listening to the mixtape you made him for his birthday

Billy would rather die (I’m sorry) than admit that he loves romantic movies. For movie nights he’ll send you on your way down to family video to grab Sixteen Candles because if anyone and I mean anyone saw him buying that he would hunt them down and rip their eyeballs out

Billy is a genuinely smart kid, you’ve caught him on multiple occasions sitting at the table helping max with her homework, muttering angry but helpful tips. He’ll but the tip of his pencil as he waits for her to understand the question, man’s has no patience.

If you don’t like him smoking he’ll try not to around you, but sometimes he’ll get agitated while the two of you are hanging out and will kindly excuse himself to have a smoke before dousing himself in cologne and washing his mouth out with mouthwash

He’s quite clean, his clothes are neatly put away and up off the floor. Sometimes you think he’s OCD with the fact that he likes to keeps his thinks clean and neat but it’s really due to the fact that his dad likes to keep things clean and neat, it feels like he’s a drill sergeant making sure that nothing is out of place

He tries to do romantic gestures like climbing in through your window but he fell off the windowsill, sprained his wrist and woke your whole family up. He hasn’t tried since

He’s cold when around his friends, if you rub up against him he’ll shove you away, he knows it makes you feel like shit but he will go above in beyond to make you feel better. He’ll pepper you in kisses, and bring you flowers. Though you feel he’s embarrassed of you, he’s sure to let you know later on that you’re an Angel on earth

Everything you’ve ever given him is put in little boxes in his closet. He keeps everything, from little notes to cassettes he’s treasures everything

Billy owns one pair of boots that you’ve been trying to throw out/replace since you met him. They’re caked in mud and the laces are basically falling apart. You offered to get him some new ones but he claims that they’re “not the same” you even tried to buy him some converse, just some relaxing shoes but billy says “relaxing is for pussies, i like my boots. Leave me alone”

He likes watching you sleep, he likes the way your lashes flutter and lips slightly part. He’ll sit and watch you when he’s woken up from nightmares but you still lay, unharmed and peaceful. He likes to brush your hair to the side and run his fingers over your soft skin, sometimes he just wakes up to make sure you’re still there

He’s a switch, he loves to dominate you, throw you onto the bed or in the backseat of his car but other times he likes to do whatever you want, he likes for you to treat him with care but also tug on his hair and bite his lips

He gets into fights with his dad a lot, and after those fights he’ll call you up and beg to come over. Billy will drive to your house and the two of you always end up with him sitting in the toilet lid, you between his legs with alcohol wipes and a bag of frozen vegetables. He sits there quietly as you wipe away the blood from his face, leave kisses behind, he’ll hold your hips tightly, arms wrapped around your waist and once you’re done with the the wiping of blood his face is pressed against your chest with hot tears soaking your shirt

His car is his baby, you’re the second most important thing in his life and you’ve accepted that. No one drives his car besides him, if you throw your foot up on the dashboard you better have comfy shoes on because you’re ass is walking. If he is hurt, bleeding out or dying you’re still in the passenger seat. No food or drink allowed in the ride, you can bring a water bottle if he’s in a good mood

Billy has bipolar moments from you two screaming at each other to him crying to you about how sorry he is about everything and how much he loves you. He’s quite tiring in all but you love him

He starts fights all of the time, you ran your fingers through his hair and messed it up, he’s off the rails. Did you call him ‘baby’ in-front or his friends? You bet that he’s yelling at you in the car on the way home, closed the car door to loud? Screaming match

He has never physically struck you but he has manhandled you during arguments. Like if you try and walk away billy will grab you and hold you in place, he has pushed you into things a few times but he has never raised his hand to you in a malicious way ever. Though his manhandling has left many bruises across your body

He drives really fast when he’s in a bender, he’ll speed down the side roads as you yell at him to slow down, he goes on these benders after especially bad fights with his dad. He’ll come over looking for his usual wipe down and kisses and then he’ll spend the next two days or so of him speeding, drinking, smoking and starting arguments over even stupider things like things you can’t even control

He still finds time to be stupid, when you’re sad he’ll pop in some music and sing to you, like really cheesy singing, billy will do air guitar and air drums while spinning around the room just waiting for a laugh

He wants the American Dream, he wants two dogs and lots of kids in a nice neighborhood out of shit hole Hawkins with the white picket fence and nice neighbors. He wants to be the all American dad of baseball practice and ballet recitals, he wants the teen years of slamming doors and screaming, he wants the baby years of sleepless nights and wanting to bash his head in with a brick.

Billy is toxic but he’s hot

#stranger things #billy hargove x reader #headcanon #billy hargrove #billy hargrove headcanon

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disabledbillyandsteveweek · 1 year

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Announcement!

We’ve confirmed a week! The official disabled Billy and Steve week will run from Monday the 24th to Sunday the 30th of July.

For anyone who hasn’t seen them yet here are the prompts- (the prompts are divided into one big theme or primary prompt for the day and then further divided either into a Billy prompt, a Steve prompt or a harringrove prompt- however you can just go off the more overarching prompt if you’d like. All fics/fanworks must include either an explicitly disabled Billy, an explicitly disabled Steve or an explicitly disabled harringrove. That is to say the fic or fanwork must portray at least either Billy or Steve or both as disabled to be considered part of the event.)

Monday the 24ths prompt will be music- a concert for Billy, first day of school for Steve and wedding dance for harringrove

Tuesday the 25th is about family- Billy’s is about a family reunion, Steves is his bond with Dustin and Harringrove is about starting their own family.

Wednesday the 26th is about special interests- sea turtles for Billy, Bluey for Steve and Harringroves is about a special interest they both share.

Thursday the 27ths prompt is about personal heroes- Billy’s prompt is conversations with a role model, Steves is George Micheal and Harringroves personal hero prompt is Joyce Byers.

Friday the 28th is about new diagnosis’s- OCD for Billy, AuDHD for Steve (autism and adhd) and the harringrove prompt is Steve being diagnosed with dyslexia and Billy being diagnosed with bpd on the same day.

Saturday the 29th is about relationships- Billy’s prompt for a formative best friend, Steve’s prompt about his friendship with Carol and the harringrove prompt is about how their friends react to or perceive their relationship.

And finally Sunday the 30th is about invisible disability awareness- Billy’s prompt is about using a mobility aid, Steve’s prompt is a low spoons day and harringroves final prompt is an autistic for autistic harringrove.

And there you have it! Again if you have any questions feel free to ask either @intothedysphoria or @hargrove-mayfields who are the mods in charge of this event. We’re open to answer any queries through our inbox as well and we look forward to seeing all of your fics come July!

#disabledbillyandsteveweek #fandom event #dates #event information #disabled billy hargrove #disabled steve harrington #billy hargrove

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 2 years

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Characters I write for and Request details

I am also taking requests!

I write for all of the people either romantically or platonically, so if requesting for someone you could ask for someone to be their sibling (Like Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader) when requesting these the sibling and romantic partner must be from the same fandom

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Throne of Glass

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The Rookie

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Stranger Things

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Outer Banks

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Scythe

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The Inheritance Games Jennifer Lynn Barnes

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MCU

Peter parker (Tom Holland)

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Peter Quill

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For the nonspecific ones, you can either choose a name or I will do one! It helps the writing flow. Also, for reader types, you can choose GN! Or Fem!

Please include what type of fic you want, angst or fluff.

Any side characters to make appearances?

And any type of prompt

I won't write for; Rape, smut, cheating, incest, pregnancy, children, SA, or anything else like that.

I will write for anxiety, ADHD, ocd, etc. Along with eating disorders and self harm.

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billyharringson · 11 months

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Chapter 2 of 'little and broken, but still good' is now up. And as I'm privating all my fics I'm going to stop being lazy and put the summaries and stuff in these posts.

Ship: Mungrove

Additional tags: Billy Hargrove Lives, Eddie Munson Lives, Hard of Hearing Billy Hargrove, Disabled Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove has Chronic Pain, Single Parent Eddie Munson, Kindergarten Teacher Billy Hargrove, Eddie Names His Daughter After Chrissy, Chrissy is Dead, Past Substance Abuse, Past Drug Addiction, Past Child Abuse, The Title Is A Reference To Lilo And Stitch, Chrissy Munson Has OCD, OCD, hard of hearing character, Mobility Aids, Autistic Chrissy Munson, Kind of angsty, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Disability From Abuse, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning, Rating May Change, Billy Hargrove has BPD

Chapter summary: Unlike many of his colleagues Billy hadn’t grown up wanting to be a teacher, especially not a kindergarten teacher, but a few summers spent teaching children to swim during high school and he’d realised that he actually had a knack for helping kids realise their potential. He’d also discovered that he had a passion for it as well, especially when it came to the kids like him, the ones with…difficulties. He’d know about his own neurodivergency from a young age but hadn’t been able to get a diagnosis until he’d gone to college, mostly because his father wouldn’t stand for any kind of ‘difference’ in his children.

AO3:

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson #mungrove #disabled billy hargrove

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juneberrie · 1 year

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✶ rules (back to nav)

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— anime + kpop fans r on thin ice but u can chill ig

— if you are a 16+/18+/nsfw/mdni blog, respect your own rules and dni with me or my blog.

— if you are over the age of 20 please dni (unless we're mutuals). most characters i write for are minors so its kinda weird that ur here . . .

REQUEST STATUS: OPEN!

THINGS I WILL WRITE. fluff, angst, fem!reader, gn!reader, latina or hispanic!reader, polyamory, basically anything that isn't on my no list.

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE. male!reader, smut, incest (including step-cest), any forms of abuse, pregnancy, parenting, toxic relationships, racism, homophobia/transphobia, large age gaps, sensitive topics, agere/petre.

— i generally prefer avoiding writing things that could come off as offensive to any group of people, such as black!reader, asian!reader, readers with ocd/depression/etc, because i myself do not have experience writing topics like that and i don't want to offend anyone.

WHO I WRITE FOR.

pink = favs | blue - platonic only

RIORDANVERSE.

percy jackson, annabeth chase, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, piper mclean, hazel levesque, connor stoll, drew tanaka, nico di angelo, will solace, clarisse la rue, thalia grace, grover underwood, luke castellan

MONSTER HIGH.

frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

MY LITTLE PONY: EQUESTRIA GIRLS

apple jack, rainbow dash, rarity, fluttershy, twlight sparkle, pinkie pie, big mac, sunset shimmer

OUTERBANKS.

jj maybank, john b. routledge, pope heyward, kiara carerra, sarah cameron

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS.

buttercup utonium, blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

SPIDERMEN.

mcu!peter parker, pavitr prabhakar, miles morales

MY BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE.

ethan morgan, benny weir, rory keaner

THE OUTSIDERS.

darry curtis, ponyboy curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randle, dallas winston, johnny cade, two-bit matthews

THE HUNGER GAMES.

peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cato hadley, clove kentwell, marvel sanford, treech, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird

THE GRISHAVERSE

kaz brekker, wylan van eck, matthias helvar, nina zenik, nikolai lantsov, david kostyk

JULIE & THE PHANTOMS.

luke patterson, reggie peters, alex mercer, julie molina, nick, carrie wilson, willie

MISCELLANEOUS.

billie eilish, graham dunne

#◝˚₊‧ my stuff

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shieldofiron · 9 months

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Meals on Wheels

(Harringrove, just a flirty little drabble for @disabledbillyandsteveweek day 2 prompt-Family)

Steve thought it was maybe the stupidest thing he’d ever thought of. He and Robin had been having a sleepover and somehow the subject got around to tattoos.

“I would get a pin up girl but that might be tacky,” Robin sighed.

“As far as I’m concerned, the tackier the better,” Steve rolled up to his countertop and poured another glass of wine.

“Oh yeah, what are you getting? A nail bat?”

“Only if it says ‘who wants to get nailed,’” Steve snarled.

“What about a tramp stamp?” Robin took the glass of wine and sipped it. “Eat me.”

Steve thew a saucy look over his shoulder, dripping with king Steve charm, “Please. Look at me. It would say meals on wheels.”

Robin giggled, “Yeah, as long as we’re getting tattoos of wishful thinking I should get one on my hand that says, ‘Pussy destroyer.’”

“‘M just in a dry spell.”

“Yeah, okay,” Robin rolled her eyes, “Would you actually get ‘Meals on Wheels?’”

“Eat fast, eat fresh,” Steve quipped. “I’ll do it if you do, Madam Pussy Destroyer.”

Robin giggled loopily, “You know I did see an article about a tattoo parlor that specializes in sensory safe tattoos.”

“What’cha mean?” Steve wasn’t drunk, but he was a little tipsy on their good fortune in securing a wheelchair accessible apartment this close to the city center. Sure, a lot of rent had to come from their was Starcourt hush money, after Steve been paralyzed and a flayed Jonathan Byers has saved the world, but they he still found it and so Steve was happy to fork over the cash. The location was ideal, even if the city noise sometimes wrecked havoc on Robin’s sensory issues so they’d installed some extra sound proofing. But he wasn’t sure how a tattoo parlor was a part of that.

“It’s super cool, the owner has OCD so he made it so each room is private and soundproofed. They don’t play loud music, and offer headphones if the buzzing is too much, though you can bring your own movies. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but some of those places are just too loud and busy,” Robin sighed.

“So you’ve always wanted to be a pussy destroyer?”

“No, shut up,” she blushed. “A Lilly, for my grandma.”

“Well maybe tomorrow we can go check it out.

“I wouldn’t want to do it alone.” She bit her lip. “I wouldn’t have the guts.”

Steve shrugged, “ok, you convinced me. It’s tramp stamp time.”

“No, you’re not serious,” Robin giggled.

“You’re my family. If you bleed, I bleed. You tramp stamp, I tramp stamp,” Steve said, only laughing when Robin did.

But then the next morning, his head pounding, he didn’t have too many defenses when Robin had looked at him with those puppy dog eyes and said she’d called and made them an appointment. She’d even brought in his motorized wheelchair and said that she’d buy bagels on the way.

But he was regretting it when they were finally there, and Steve was contemplating actually getting something permanently inked into his skin.

He wasn't sure if he was cool enough for this. He definitely wasn't cool enough for the artist that came in and introduced themselves to Robin. Their name was Eddie and they were practically covered in tattoos, wearing some cool unpronounceable band name t-shirt that they'd sewn to a mini tutu skirt to make a dress. They took Robin back to her room after they went over her sketch, a lilly painted with pale watercolor shades.

Robin squeezed his hand, "You're not gonna chicken out on me, right? I booked the only two person room they have so if you don't show up, I will know."

"I'm not chickening out," Steve laughed, "Though I hope your grandma isn't watching from heaven, because she'll probably see my ass."

Robin snorts, "She definitely saw your ass this morning when I helped you out of the shower. She was a tough old bird, a little of your pale ass won't scare her."

Steve snorted, "I'll see you in a moment."

Steve was starting to feel a little nervous. Honestly after Starcourt, he hadn't been interested in hiding his sexuality at all. Life seemed too short, he might as well unapologetically be himself, bi and disabled and ADHD and slutty and everything that was himself. But maybe the double entendre tramp stamp was a little too out there.

And then... he'd come in.

"Hi, Steve, right?" The guy was stunning, with long blonde curls streaked with blue piled up into a big bun on the top of his head. He offered a large, warm hand and Steve almost melted when they shook.

"Yeah, hi."

"I'm Billy, I'm the owner," Billy smiled, and Steve swore that he could see a cartoon smile, like Billy was an anime prince. An anime prince that had a giant seratonin tattoo that was splattered with that looked like watercolor. "I hope you don't mind that I use some hand sanitizer. I'm working on my handshake thing, but..."

"It's fine, ah... do you mind if I have some too?" Steve held out his hand.

Billy squirted Steve out a little of their fancy hand sanitizer.

"So I have to be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect when we got the call for a wheelchair themed tramp stamp that said meals on wheels," Billy licked along his lower lip, "But now that I'm seeing you it makes more sense."

Steve could feel himself turning red, "It was kind of a joke-"

"I mean," Billy leaned in, "You do look good enough to eat."

Steve shivered, blush spreading up to his hairline.

Billy straightened, "God, sorry. Sorry, that was so inappropriate-"

"It's fine."

"No, really, I can see if Heather is free to take over the appointment, except that-" Billy bit his lip, "I think I'll still have to be the one to help you onto the table. Maybe if Eddie and Heather work together... God, not that you're like... too big or... shit... I'm sorry."

Steve laughed, "Really, it's fine."

"You're not too big, you're like... perfect," Billy ran a hand down his face, "Sorry. I'm sorry. Chrissy should know she can't give me the pretty guys, I clearly can't handle it."

Steve glanced up, giving him that King Steve sparkle right back, and seeing the way it made Billy's eyes go wide and nervous.

Steve pressed on the joystick to his chair with one finger, running a hand along the tip flirtatiously.

Billy's eyes darted to his hand, and then back to his face.

"I think you can handle me," Steve said smugly, "Don't you wanna try?”

Steve left that day with a bit of a sore ass, though the sensation was soothed a lot by the business card that had Billy's personal number scrawled on the back.

"I can't believe the meals on wheels tattoo got you a date," Robin rolled her eyes as she attached Steve's chair to the floor of his van, tightening the straps down with a shake of her head.

"What can I say," Steve shrugged, "Billy looks like a hungry boy to me."

Robin gagged, "You are my family. But never, ever, say that again."

@intothedysphoria thanks for answering my question on this one.

#disabledbillyandsteveweek #disabled steve harrington #wheelchair user steve harrington #OCD Billy Hargrove #i adore them #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #and some adorable platonic disabled stobin whats not to love

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hargrove-mayfields · 9 months

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Disabled Billy and Steve Week

Day 5- New Diagnosis

My prompt: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder in Billy

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For what must be the tenth time in the last month, Heather is parked outside of the hospital, her baby girl in the backseat, but the passenger side empty, waiting for Billy to get back.

The doctors have been running tests and screenings at appointment after appointment. He’s been… struggling. Ever since Isabella was born, his mental health had plummeted. It was never perfect, but for the first time, Heather was genuinely afraid.

Watching her husband pick his scalp until it bled and turned his golden hair red, or wash his face until he got a rash because his freckles started bothering him, was terrifying.

The fear isn’t eased when Billy walks out with a prescription bag, and red eyes that make it clear he’s been crying.

“What did they say?” Heather asks, as soon as he opens the car door.

Billy takes his time answering. He seems like he’s in shock.

Heather would hold his hand, but he has to sanitize, take off his mask, then sanitize again. An obsession.

Somehow, Heather isn’t shocked when Billy finally mumbles, “It’s ocd.”

Honestly, she doesn’t know what to feel. She’s been researching, scrolling on a tablet for hours after Billy is asleep to see what professionals all around the world would diagnose her husband with. But none of that preparation had told her how to feel.

Some part of it is relief, to finally have answers and be able to help Billy manage his symptoms. Another little piece of her heart is scared for how Billy will be feeling through all of this.

She decides to let him tell her, “Is that a good thing? A bad thing? Talk to me, sugar cube.”

“I just need a minute Hetty. That’s all.” Billy tries to smile, but it’s more like a grimace. It hurts to see him like that, but Heather will give him his space.

Instead of bothering him more, she just checks on him every now and again, seeing him glance back at the baby using the mirror that points down at her rear-facing car seat literally every few seconds.

When they get back home, which isn’t far since they knew their array of medical issues would require them being close to a hospital, Billy takes the baby straight inside and lays on the couch with her, just closing her eyes and cuddling her as tight as he feels safe to cuddle her little body.

Heather gives him a kiss on the cheek, and goes to take her own meds, calling from the kitchen, “What are you feeling for dinner tonight, baby?”

Silence. She comes back in, and Billy is in tears. Their little girl is biting his shirt and dozing off, and Billy is trying not to shake too hard with each sob.

His red eyes lock onto her, his lower lip wobbling, “Am I a bad dad?”

“Biscuits for dinner it is.” Heather declares softly, deciding he needs one of his comfort foods at the moment. Additionally, she takes the baby in her arms and comforts Billy with her words, “And no. Sweetie, you’re the best dad in the world.”

It barely helps anything. Billy is spiraling, “But I’m the reason the baby room is so plain. It takes me three times as long as you to change a diaper and I can’t cook for my wife and my kid because I have panic attacks if the oven timer is the wrong number. I can’t clip my baby’s nails cause I might go too short, I can’t hold her when she’s hyper and moving too much- I can’t even fucking be trusted with myself, let alone her little life!”

After all that, Billy takes a shaky, tear-filled breath in, “This OCD shit sucks.”

“None of that means you’re bad though. Your way of doing things is particular, but baby, you’re still here, and you’re doing your best for our girl.” Heather soothes gently.

He scoffs at himself, wiping his eyes more aggressively than necessary, “That’s the bare minimum.”

“Some parents can’t do that. Your mother didn’t.” It probably stings, but it’s reality. One of Billy’s biggest fears when they got pregnant with Isabella was becoming like his parents, or worse. Heather needs him to know that’s not the case.

“Hetty-“ Billy’s face pinches up, like he doesn’t know whether to be hurt or not.

So Heather decides to offer a little bit more insight, and maybe lessen the blow of the brutal reality, “My mom didn’t either. She drugged herself out of her mind and missed my whole childhood. I don’t have any memories from before I was ten. But Bella’s gonna have so so many with you.”

It seems to work, with Billy even smiling as he looks at their little girl and takes it all in, “Do you think she’ll think I’m weird?”

“Honey bun, every kid thinks their parents are weird at some point. But I do know she’s going to think you’re the most loving father a little one could ask for.” Heather chuckles softly.

Now it’s her turn to feel a little bit of panic.

See, Heather has a secret, and seeing as Billy could use a little cheering up, she decides to let him in on it. She takes his hand in hers, and places it on her stomach, right above her scar, “Two little ones, actually.”

Instantly she sees the difference in Billy, and the way his eyes light up. He sits bolt upright and hugs her tight, crying now but for a much better reason.

“Holy shit, baby! How long have you known?”

“Four days. But I’m six weeks along.” Heather enthuses, combing her fingers lovingly through his long curls.

Billy looks like he’s calculating, then he gasps, “Six weeks- Hetty, that’s almost a quarter of the way!”

“I know! Hopefully it’ll fly by like the last one.” Heather laughs softly in pure joy.

Her pregnancy with Isabella was relatively easy, and the number of seizures she had even stayed consistent since her epilepsy medications were safe for her and baby. The worst thing was the morning sickness, but it passed early on enough that she’d somehow enjoyed pregnancy.

Billy had been a wreck, between his emotions and his fears. It took days of promising that she’d be okay when she was nine months in and he’d been scheduled for a work trip before he felt safe to leave her by herself.

At the moment, he doesn’t seem as panicked as he’d been before, but he does fret- “No, no, no, no- I need time. I need to work on stuff.”

Heather cups his face sympathetically, “Bubs, I already told you-“

But Billy interrupts to tell her she’d misinterpreted, “Not personal stuff, lover. I mean I literally need to work on fixing this shitty house up if we’re gonna have two littles running around.”

“First, we need dinner.” Heather happily changes subjects then, but sternly puts her hands on her hips when Billy gets up to help, “Don’t even think about it. This baby bun is literally the size of a grain of rice, I don’t need you butlering yet.”

“Please let me. I feel like I’m buzzing inside.” Billy begs, pouting his bottom lip out in that way that’s always made Heather feel soft.

She rolls her eyes playfully, and hands him a snoozy Bella back, the little one year old reaching for her daddy too, “Put baby girl in her high chair. I could use your help washing fruit.”

“Fruit and.. biscuits?” Billy looks absolutely perplexed by her dinner choices.

Oh how Heather loves this boy.

“No, silly. I’m making you biscuits. Bella can’t eat stuff like that yet though.”

A flush strikes Billy’s cheeks a deep red color- Heather's favorite since she met her soulmate in a pair of swim trunks the same shade- “How the hell do you remember all that stuff?”

Heather just shrugs, though her point is that it’s not as easy as it seems, “Because I don’t have two hundred other things to remember in a day. That and I read a lot of books when I was bedridden. C-sections give lots of time for learning.”

She also goes out into the kitchen, fishing ingredients out of the pantry and measuring utensils out of the cabinets. Billy steps behind her, his hand on the small of her back so she doesn’t bump into him, to reach into the fridge for some strawberries, blueberries, and grapes.

“I’d probably lose my marbles trying to keep track of what’s real and what’s pseudoscience garbage.“ Billy huffs, while portioning out fruit to clean.

It makes Heather recall a time when they were about to be parents and she couldn’t, “Right? Remember when I thought it was bad to sleep on my side when I was pregnant?”

“Changed your tune real quick when the back pain hit.” Billy laughs lightheartedly.

Heather takes the opportunity to reiterate what she’d promised Billy before, “Exactly. Nobody gets everything perfect on the first try.”

She looks over, and Billy is just staring at her lovingly. That was exactly what he needed to hear. Heather smiles back, and blows a kiss, a little puff of dough flour coming from her hands.

Billy acts like he catches the kiss, and puts it to his heart. Nothing beats flirting like dumb, lovestruck teenagers.

Until a piercing wail cuts it off.

Bella over in her high chair starts crying her little head off, Heather guesses because she missed a nap earlier while they were waiting for Billy to finish his appointment.

That sound to them as new parents is instant panic, all the time, and Heather isn’t sure when that feeling will end. Until it does, she knows it’s been hitting Billy harder, and decides to let him take care of it, in the form of an offer, “You wanna get her, bubs?”

Just like she predicted, he’s already drying his hands on the apron not around his own waist, but on Heathers, and running to grab the baby, “Already on it.”

Heather just smiles after him, proud and fond all at the same time. Throw any new diagnosis their way, and they can handle it. Just Billy, her and Isabella, and their little bean on the way. An unbreakable family.

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Interested in helping the community? Today’s organization that I’ve chosen to highlight is the Peace of Mind foundation.

POM is part of the international OCD foundation, which means they are recognized as being on of the most beneficial sites for individuals with obsessive compulsive disorder.

On the site, folks can access information about their disability, seek positive affirmations, reach out to care teams, and provide education to family members or carers to make sure the individual is getting the best treatment.

While the site uses language that I personally see as demeaning, I still thought it was important to highlight what they do for the community. I also couldn’t find a single charity or organization that didn’t use the word “suffering” to describe living with our disorder. I personally don’t see my OCD that way, but as I said, I wanted to show that there is a foundation out there trying to support us.

The site accepts donations, saying they will go towards families, therapists, support teams, and of course individuals with OCD. If you’re interested in reading more on your own and forming your own view, click here and the link will take you to the site!

#disabledbillyandsteveweek #hollogrove #billy x heather #ocd billy hargrove #heather holloway has epilepsy #my writing #ej writer #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #<- I don’t know what else to tag this as because it goes into detail about Billy’s symptoms and how they can be self destructive #but ultimately this is a fluff fic and the angst is very temporary

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hrrgrve · 2 years

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for some time i’ve been thinking about whether or not i’m on the spectrum.

tw? talk abt blood /cuts n stuff

i can deeply relate to a lot of autistic/adhd experiences but i feel bad about it because my brain tries to convince me im doing it for attention but who the hell am i wanting attention from?

i know i stim, a lot. throughout most of the day. when i’m happy, when i’m listening to music, when i’m eating— all day. sometimes when im told to stop i either physically can’t or stim another way i think won’t annoy them. i don’t even notice i’m doing it most of the time. i sometimes go non-speaking(?) is that the right way to put it?, but my family just says it’s me being quiet because i’ve “always been a quiet person” but i’m pretty loud and outgoing when i’m comfortable with someone.

but i can’t tell if it’s just my anxiety or something else :/ some part of me wants to go down that road of trying to get a diagnosis but the other part of me just wants to push it aside and stop making a big deal out of it because i could just end up being wrong.

whenever i get into something new it’s not just a normal level of interest. it consumes me, it’s what i think about all-day-every-day, i need to consume media of it all the time to get through the day. ive always related with the ‘hyper fixation’ and ‘special interest’ definitions but i’ve been told i’m not allowed to describe my experience using those words because i’m not nd and i should just label it as an interest but it doesn’t feel like it really describes my experience well enough.

i don’t know how to express my emotions “normally” or almost at all unless i think about it for a few hours and articulate. i need to have a script in my head when i’m in public, i need to go over it in my mind at least 10 times. when i’m ordering something i need to have practised it beforehand a lot of times.

i get overstimulated easily, i can’t wear gloves in cold weather because they make my hands feel weird and heavy— like they’re not mine.

i can’t use erasers because i don’t like the feeling of them on my fingers. i’d only hold them for a few seconds and then violently rub my fingers on my clothes to get the feeling off.

i can’t wear certain clothes because of how they feel.

i can’t drink water from other peoples houses or most shops unless i’m absolutely desperate because the taste feels wrong. yes, feels wrong idk how to describe it.

i can’t eat spicy foods because the feeling of my tongue afterwards makes me want to recoil in disgust. ive been a very picky eater my whole life and i rarely like to explore other cuisines even if i think it looks and tastes good, i like to stick to my safe foods.

i can’t stop washing my hands, after i touch something that feels weird against my skin, after i’ve touched something dusty, after i’ve just pet my dog, after touching book pages or wet foods. my family just laugh at me every time i go to wash my hands and ask me if i have ocd and i don’t know how to explain to them why i do it.

i find it really hard to read(?) peoples tones when they talk to me. i can’t tell if someone’s tone is annoyed, happy or condescending and i end up feeling really stupid afterwards because i didn’t realise they were joking when i thought they were being serious etc. that paired with my social anxiety and overthinking is just a nightmare.

i have oral fixations, i have ever since i was a child. chewing my nails, biting the skin on my fingers, gnawing on my jumper sleeves or the neck of tees until they’re just threads. always chewing something. the urge to bite into everything solid is very real and i’m just so confused. every time i get the urge to bite the corner of my wooden desk i’m just like why and try to ignore it but end up chewing on my nails instead.

i have a weirdly high pain tolerance. i could go hours or even days without noticing a massive gash on my leg or a cut on my arm until i see it. the pain is just so unnoticeable.

it was the same when i had my piercings done, i felt the pain for a few seconds and then i completely forget they’re there until ive accidentally knocked it or something and people usually say they’re sore for a couple of days after them but i’m just not.

i have a distinct memory of me as a child scraping the entirety of my knee on concrete and a chunk of my skin being ripped off from the rocks and having almost no reaction to it while the people around me were freaking out because my leg was covered in blood. everyone just calls me lucky for it and sees it as an excuse to pinch the shit out of me lmao 😭

even after writing this i feel like i’m just making a big deal out of nothing and everything i’ve been experiencing my whole life and still am is normal for everyone and i’ve just made myself look like a complete idiot haha

so yeah if any nd people see this could you help me out? because i’m having a breakdown /hj

jesus i just noticed how long this is. take this beautiful gif of billy as an apology 🥲

i’m gonna go cry in the corner now .

#am i overthinking it?#i saw a post abt stimming and then wrote this #i feel bad that i feel bad over this #i feel like i’m just making myself look dumb :((#pls help #autism #adhd #ocd #im kinda scared #but if i think about billy i’ll be okay #billy hargrove #stranger things #i dont fucking know #i don’t understand #i feel stupid for writing this :(#am i stupid just like everyone else thinks i am?#i’m gonna go look at pics of billy #and then maybe cry because i keep oversharing on the internet

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princessofmarvel · 2 years

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Hypothetical

Summary | Steve has a Hypothetical question about a girl that he likes to ask you.

Pairing | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 866

Warnings! | Nothing other than it not really being proofread! Lol

Author's note! | Hey you guys! I really love how this fic turned out! Please continue to send in your thoughts on Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, And Peter Ballard/Henry Creel! And, as always, there may be some random capitalization and punctuation that is caused by my OCD! I hope that you guys enjoy this fic!

It was a Saturday night, and you were getting ready for movie night. You had a movie night every Saturday night with Steve, and Robin. It was your little tradition that started once they started working at Family Video. They would always pick a movie or two and would bring it over to watch it. You and Steve had known each other for a while, Best friends since 6th grade. Your crush on him? Since 9th grade. His crush on you? Since…never. You watched him get crushes and go out with different girls. You watched girls crush on him, and want him. It hurt so much to watch it. Him talk about what girl he was going to go out with that week.

The doorbell rang, singing that your friends were finally there, they were a little later than normal. Not putting too much thought into it you went to the door in an oversized sweatshirt and loose shorts.

"Hey! I got pizza" Steve said, coming inside with a box of pizza.

"Hey, where's Robin?" You said shutting the door after noticing that Robin was not there.

"Uh, She couldn't make it tonight, something with her family." Steve said, sitting down the pizza box. "I brought the Princess Bride, And Mannequin, which one first?"

"Um, Mannequin." You said as you made him a drink.

As the movie was starting Steve noticed what you were wearing. "Um, Is that my sweatshirt?" Steve asked as he looked at you across the couch.

"Oh, Yeah, I think that it is." You said starting to feel a little embarrassed. "Um, I can change, and give it back if you would like"

"No, no, Keep it, it looks better on you anyways." Steve said, trying to focus back on the movie. He mumbled the last part hoping that you did not hear it, but you did.

The movie started to come to an end, The song 'Nothings gonna stop us now' playing.

"Hey, I have a question." Steve said, turning towards you. "Let's say that Hypothetically, There is this girl that I want to ask out." You felt your heart drop at that, you didn't want to hear about a girl that liked but what were you supposed to do?

"Hypothetically, let's say that she is the most beautiful person that I have ever seen, she has a great taste in music, and an even better taste in movies." He says looking at you, pausing for a moment. "And, hypothetically, let's say that she is sitting on this couch right now." He said trailing off as he said it.

"Steve, come on, stop playing games." You laughed a bit thinking that it was a joke.

"I'm being serious." he said, looking you in the eyes. "Hypothetically, what do you think she would think about going out with me?" He asked.

You were stunned to say the least, shocked that he liked you like that and not just as a friend.

“Um, well, hypothetically speaking, I think that she would absolutely love to go out with you but is super nervous about ruining the friendship that the two of them have, and losing the best thing that has ever happened to her.” you said looking down at your hands, nervous about what Steve was going to say next.

“Well let’s say that hypothetically, she would have absolutely nothing to worry about because he has finally realized after years that she's the only one for him.” Steve said going to grab her hand. “Would she go out with him then?”

“She would love to.” You said grabbing his hand and intertwining his fingers with your own while smiling at him. “She’s been waiting for this to happen for a really really long time.”

“Hypothetically, do you think that it would be alright if I kissed her right now?” He asked, placing his other hand on your cheek.

“Hypothetically she would love it if you did.” You said as he pulled you in and kissed you, finally after years of being in love with him. After years of watching him be in love with others. Steve Harrington had finally kissed you.

As you pulled away from him, he kissed the top of your forehead And got up to put the princess bride in and put Mannequin back in its case. “Robin didn’t have something with her family tonight did she?” You said as your phone began to ring.

“No, I asked her to just let it be us tonight, That's probably her calling to ask what happened.” He said making himself comfortable on the couch while you answered the phone to hear Robin say. “Y/n? Hey, did he do it? Did he finally ask you out?”

“Yes he did.” You said as you set back down next to Steve on the couch, Him throwing an arm around you.

“Oh thank god, If I had to hear him go on and on about how he wanted to have about 6 kids with you again-” Robin said before Steve grabbed the phone. “Bye Robin!” He yelled into the phone before hanging up, hearing Robin ask him to wait while he did it.

“6 kids huh?”

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