we stan billy hargrove in this house

"we'll get through this, we'll get past this, i'm a boy with a whole lot of baggage"

Madmartigan + that slutty slutty dress

Every fucking fic where Billy just steps up and says "you parentify me? Ok, Max is my kid now" has my heart. Every single fight into family and rough long road into making it together, the two of them. Like I don't have words just

Steve: I do. So what are you gonna do about it, Hargrove?

one-two-three-four-five game!

hello again! :D thank you @freneticfloetry for the tag!! I don't know that I've ever seen this game before!!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc!).

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most hits: there were pages turned with the bridges burned (everything you lose is a step you take)

second most kudos: hate to be lame (but I might love you)

third most comments: I'll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart

fourth most bookmarks: praying our bridges don't make waves

fifth most words: (this one was the same as #2, so I'm deferring to the next one in line:) to have & to hold (and to overthrow)

least words: (amazon) history, huh?

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i’m obsessed with this man

Just gonna reblog this again. For reasons.

OP's tags on this are worth posting too. Especially that last part. Read them again if you have to

Billy freaks the fuck out the first time him and Steve are cuddling because Steve just starts lightly twirling his hair around. It just feels wrong, like there are spiders crawling on his skin. And he snaps.

He yells.

Steve looks like he’s gonna cry but he just leaves.

And Billy feels like shit.

It’s hard to describe why it feels so awful when he apologises the next day. Some things just feel bad.

Like the texture of onions. Touching styrofoam. Noise when it isn’t expected.

Steve doesn’t judge him. He just stares, beautiful brown eyes looking at Billy, and says that he won’t do it again.

40 years later, they understand the revulsion Billy has for certain textures. The compulsive research holes he falls down. And also why Steve has to be so exact about time, why he’s had the exact same hair routine since he was 16.

Neil would have never looked into the possibility of his child being autistic (my son will not have something wrong with him) but now that Billy knows, it just feels right.

@shieldofiron @oopsiedaisiesbaby @dragonflylady77 @thatgirlwithasquid @harringroveobsessed a little thing for autism acceptance month

Okay this photo I want to frame it 😻

Credit to @/(Spotify)

The way he’s walking like an evil sim LMAO

Nicholas Galitzine | GQ Germany | April 03, 2025 | 📷 Felix Cooper

The Billy was too stunned to speak.

"If you had to pick a guy though," Steve says.

Robin throws a handful of popcorn at him, her preferred method of rebuke. He's already got a bunch of kernels stuck in his ridiculous hair. Although, are they still kernels once they're popped or do they have a different name then?

Anyway, they're stoned, and watching Legend, and Steve's being annoying. Robin just wants to watch Mia Sara swan around on Steve's big ass TV screen for a couple of hours. But Steve's on a chatty sort of high apparently.

"I don't want to pick a guy, dingus. That's the whole point."

"Purely hypothetically," his tongues too clumsy right now to be saying words with that many syllables, "Like, aliens come down and you need to pick a guy or they'll explode the earth."

"All the more reason not to. Fuck those facist alien bigots," she says, electing to eat the next handful of popcorn instead of launch it at Steve's face.

"Ugh, fine, then..." he trails off for so long that Robin glances over to find him starring, slack-jawed at the TV, where Lily is decked out all in black now, with the neckline all the way down to her navel.

Robin gets distracted watching that too, but just as she's starting to hope that'll be the end of Steve's line of questioning, he snaps his fingers like he's breaking his own trance. "For ten million dollars! Ten. Million, Rob!" he emphasizes it like it's actually on the table, "You just need to bone one guy. Any guy in the world!"

"Ew, don't say bone."

Steve picks a piece of popcorn out of his hair and bounces it off the tip of her nose.

"C'mon, I'm curious. Because we know it wouldn't be Tom Cruise, so, who would it be?" She tries to ignore him and go back to the movie but Steve won't let it go, he whines, "Roooooobiiiin."

"God, fine! I guess... Bowie. If I had to, which I don't! So who cares?" Steve is unaffected by her outburst, in fact he looks extremely relaxed and sleepy. Annoying. "What about you then? If you had to pick a guy, hmm?"

"Mmmm," Steve humms, eyes closed, "Probably Billy."

Robin frowns at his dopey, placid face, "You mean like Idol?"

"Yeah, he's hot too," Steve mumbles, barely awake.

"What do you mean too?" Robin hisses, "Steve? Steve! Too?" but it's no use, Steve's out like a light, and no amount of popcorn projectiles will wake him.