Unhinged shipper

YOU WILL HAVE TO DRAG BILLY HARGROVE AWAY FROM JOE KEERY’S COLD DEAD HANDS, that man has been on the frontline since 2017, watch the antis trying to cancel him again now LMAOOO

fem Edy sketches

Edy Portrait :)

Moodboard for Harringrove Pretty Woman AU featuring Steve as the rich boy with daddy issues and a heart of gold & Billy as a down-on-his-luck hooker also with daddy issues and a heart of gold. 

The Lotus Esprit screeches to a stop by the curb.

Billy trades eye rolls with Heather as he pushes himself off of the wall.

The rich jackass driving it clearly has no idea how to handle a fine piece of machinery, what a fucking waste. He decides he’s definitely going to overcharge the douchebag as he approaches the car, schooling his features into something less contemptuous. After all, he’s got to hook the asshole to overcharge him.

Behind the steering wheel is the prettiest boy Billy’s ever seen. A mess of brown hair curling over the pale curve of the back of his neck, delicate features furrowed in concentration.

Billy feels like he’s been sucker-punched, dazed and kind of pissed off.

“First is here somewhere…” Pretty Boy mutters, chewing on his bottom lip as he twists his grip around the gear shift in a move that both demonstrates he clearly has no idea how to drive a stick and sends a spike of arousal down Billy’s spine.

Oh hell, Billy wants to suck on those fingers. “Hey, sugar, you looking for a date?”

“Huh?” Pretty Boy’s head snaps up, brown eyes wide and pink lips falling open like an invitation. “Um, direction, actually. Do you know how to get to Beverly Hills?”

“Sure.” Billy grins. “For five bucks.”

“You can’t charge me for directions.”

There’s a whine in his voice that says spoiled but instead of warning Billy away, all he can think about is it’d be a blast to spoil this Pretty Boy. “I can do anything I want to, baby. I ain’t lost and I know how to drive a stick.”

For a second Billy wonders if he’s pushed too far but then Pretty Boy blows out a breath. “All right. You win, I lose.” He chews on the inside of his cheek. “How much if you drive me there?”

“Depends on what you want me to do on the way.” Billy waggles his tongue.

Pretty Boy flushes but doesn’t look away. “Follow the traffic laws.”

The unexpected snark shocks a laugh out of Billy. “Fifty bucks.”  

“Done.”

Then Pretty Boy is climbing out of the car, strolling to the passenger’s side, and getting into Billy’s personal space. “Move.” He orders, pressing two fingers against Billy’s chest, and pushes like a brat.

Billy swoons a little on the inside as he hurries to the driver’s seat.

fem Edy sketches

His father calling him homophobic slurs and physically and verbally abusing him his entire life:

Getting sexually preyed upon by a GROWN WOMAN IN HER FORTIES WHEN HE WAS 17-18:

And then on his way to go on a date with said 40 year old woman, he was attacked by the mind flayer(AKA, the rape allegory monster) while Karen mother-fucking wheeler was prepping herself up to have sex with a literal teenager:

"You called for help. But nobody came".

These scenes:

And this isn't even mentioning the fact he was forced to kidnap people and indoctrinate them into a cult allegory, and the fact that the moment he had control over his body again, he killed himself.

@holy-harringrove thank you for the meme 🤣🤣🤣🤣

yes they did. billy bought weed from eddie the first weekend he ended up in shitsville, indiana. saw him at a party billy shouldered his way into, his dopey grin and chatting with everyone, his halo of hair and knew he had the good shit. eddie rolled him a joint and said "first ones on the house, man" and billy rolled his eyes and smoked it out on the back porch with eddie and didnt realize eddie doesn't do freebies but eddie thought the mullet was cute, so it was the least eddie could do

billy tapped the buttons on eddie's vest--anthrax, judas priest--and said "nice" and something stupid and wistful swelled in eddie's gut, settled around his heart

billy tells eddie d&d is dumb nerd shit and he steals eddie's cigarettes and kicks the wheels of his van with a scowl and drives eddie home when his van is actually being a piece of shit and they fight over the radio every time

eddie plays his guitar out on the trailer's deck and it doesn't sound as good as he wants because wayne warned him not to piss off the neighbours anymore with his amp but billy still knows the songs, murmurs the lyrics under his breath, blowing smoke rings at the moon

eddie seeks billy out in the halls at school. they hunch under the bleachers in the cold, sharing a smoke, blowing into their hands in turn to warm them up and eddie can't stop staring at the way billy's eyes look so bright against the grey monotony of Indiana, the way his nose goes pink in the cold

billy drives eddie around his camaro and only punches eddie in the thigh when eddie puts his beat up converse on the dash and lets him get pretzel dust all over the seats and tries not to think of how much he likes eddie here, beside him, how surprising and aggravating it is that he makes this backwater hellhole actually okay

how he looks forward to seeing eddie's mop of hair in the cafeteria at lunch, doesn't mind at all how loud he talks, his sharp laugh, his dumb doe eyes, how he constantly fiddles with his rings and how billy just stares and stares at his hands, pulling his smokes to the filter every time

they kiss for the first time at the picnic table behind the running track at school because no one ever goes there and eddie plays with the curls behind billy's ear, billy fists a hand into the arm of eddie's denim vest to keep him close