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[fizzigigsimmer]

Wip Tuesday ✨ tagged by the ever-amazing @lovebillyhargrove who is a doll and lol just realized I copy pasta'd their really sweet message.

I am so late to the party as usual, but happy to share some teases.

WIP 1: Billy did not make it home before lunch, or to escort Steve to the church as he’d hoped. In fact, Billy was in danger of being very late to meet the preacher and Robin Buckley was entirely to blame.

lol three guesses what that's from.

WIP 2: Steve is worried Billy Hargrove may be his soulmate. It consumes his thoughts, and yet he still has figured out a way forward by the time the bonfire begins. Maybe he's panicking over nothing and the reason he can't stop thinking about Hargrove is like pink elephants - the harder he tries not to think about Billy the more he's going to. And they're not soulmates and Steve is just freaking himself out over a few coincidences. They go to the same school. Of course they bump into each other. It doesn't have to mean anything. The trouble is he has no idea how to ago about checking either way. Something tells him he can't just go up and ask.

WIP3: "When is that fella of yours gonna make an honest man out of you?" Dot asks, just as Gator reaches for the pans stacked on top of the fridge, and he jerks, pulling too quickly, sending a cookie sheet clattering toward the kitchen floor - he just manages to save it. Scotty raises the cover of her book to hide her face, but his ears work just fine and he hears her snicker.

"What do you mean?" he gripes as he fumbles with the cookware. This is what he got for trying to do something nice for his boyfriend on his birthday. "Billy's already registered as my dominant."

Which means if Gator really does burn the house down trying to make this fucking cake, Billy can have the honor of identifying his barbecued remains and save Dot the trouble.

Zero pressure tags: @adelacreations @imsodishy @spaceofentropy @robthegoodfellow @half-oz-eddie

#harringrove #caligator #wips #tag game

[robthegoodfellow]

#what did i miss #billy hargrove #gator tillman #caligator #did joe purposely go after the MOST billy-coded character or...? #fargo #fargo spoilers #ish

[safk-art]

yeh posting on this account cuz it isn't explicit so whoops with my little miss use of my watermark, also Tumblr flagged my other account soo.......

inspired by @applewillowstone fanfic :) here

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#caligator #gator tillman #billy hargrove #stranger things #fargo #crossover #mini comic #joe keery #dacre montgomery

[hunnysfwart]

Thinking about art student Billy moving to another state and he gets the attention of quadruplets Steve (kindergarten teacher), Gator (deputy), Kurt (Video game tester/Part time streamer), and Keys (IT guy). Also a secret fifth brother who may be on the run from the police later

Will I make a comic about them? Perhaps

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve x billy #caligator #tillgrove #Killy #gator Tillman #Kurt kunkle #walter keys mckey #steve harrington

[ickypuppi3]

steve and gator who are twins except their mom ran while they were learning to walk and took steve but left gator behind with roy. steve grows up with their mom, grows up not knowing about having any siblings and thinks his dad is dead or something and gator— grows up with roy. enough said.

billy gets dragged to hawkins and him and steve become sort of friends or whatever.

neil’s father dies and he makes billy go with him to north dakota for the funeral. gator pulls billy over for speeding almost immediately and billy’s all “what the hell, harrington? you followed me here? this how you get your kicks?” drags his eyes up and down and says “playing fancy dress too, pretty boy?” and gator, like. loses it ‘cause he’s ‘totally one hundred percent straight’ and who the hell does this guy think he is with his curls and blue eyes and freckles and-

billy sees he’s not kidding around. gets out the car and hands his licence over. ends up asking if gator has a brother or something and gator gets all cagey. they end up bonding a little over music and weed and gator gets all weird about billy ‘cause he has one hell of a crush now.

billy goes back to hawkins and corners steve about his brother and steve’s like dude what. i’m an only child— and billy’s like no look. and gets out a picture gator took of the two of them together and steve finds out that 1. yeah he has a brother. fuck— 2. he’s jealous as hell of the way billy’s talking about his brand new brother and 3. oh no. steve likes billy

anyway. they both end up fucking billy the end

#fun for the whole family #literally i suppose #i just think it’s what billy deserves or whatever #billy hargrove #caligator #harringrove #ickyspeaks

[half-oz-eddie]

Billy: What's that, princess? A fruity flavored vape? Why don't you smoke a cig like a real man? Gator: Oh, you don't think I'm a real man, huh? [pulls out his gun] How 'bout now? Billy: [Hands up, laughing] Hold on now, deputy. I didn't know you had 2 guns in your pants. [wink] Gator: [puts his gun back on the holster] Get the hell outta here, Billy.

They'll fuck later~

#sorry #i let the demons win #caligator #gator tillman #billy hargrove

[gambitxrogue11]

Billy: aaww he's the law.

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#gator tillman #joe keery #fargo #fargo fx #fargo season 5 #steve harrington #stranger things #billy hargrove #caligator #harringrove #Billy Hargrove/Gator Tillman

[applewillowstone]

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

“𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

Tag list: @robthegoodfellow @fizzigigsimmer @belovedbastardremus

A little summary for this mood board:

*mentions of Neil, Roy, implied trauma/violence (from their fathers).

Gator and Billy are a whirlwind of hell in Hawkins to deal with. Their love passionate but secret, dangerous but caring, terrible but loving. The trauma they shared no one else could understand and it draws them together. For better or worse, they rule over Hawkins.

They needed to escape, both from their fathers and Gator will stop at nothing to help Billy. Despite the looming threat of Roy Tillman, Gator will set everything aflame for Billy. He won’t give up someone who understands how it is to live with someone like Roy, which Billy knows far too well with Neil.

Together - they will escape no matter the cost.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #gator tillman #caligator #billy hargrove moodboard #Gator Tillman moodboard #apple moodboard #Fargo #stranger things mood board #fargo mood board

[mymisfitsbabe]

Billy had just finished cleaning his kitchen, just finished putting away the last clean plate when someone pounded on the front door. Frowning, Billy pulled off his apron and tossed it on the counter. 

“Who is it?” Billy asked as he padded over on bare feet to the closed door. 

“Who the fuck do you think it is? Open the Goddamn door.” Gator called back. 

“You can't just start showing up here, Tillman.”

“Just open the fucking door before I kick it down, Hargrove.”

Opening the door Billy sighed.

“What are you doing he- What the fuck is that?” Billy hissed as Gator pushed into his trailer and handed him a large furball. 

“It's a dog.” Gator sneered as he moved further into the small living room.

“Uh, and why the fuck did you bring it here?” Billy asked as it wiggled in his hold, it's sandy brown fur already shedding onto his black shirt.

Gator turned and gave Billy an exasperated look, but Billy's focus shifted as he spotted the shiner Gator sported under his right eye. Gator was still in his police uniform, his vest had some blood on it and he was covered in dirt splotches. He smelled like sweat and dogs.

“What the hell happened to you?” Billy asked, shifting the pup to one arm so he could grab Gator's face and get a good look at his eye. 

“Nothin. Anyways, you need a dog round here since it's so easy to break in this shit hole.” 

“Oh fuck off, just cause you decided to go all psycho horror movie on me doesn't mean I need a damn dog.” Billy passed the ball of fur back to Gator. 

“Just keep the fucking dog, Bills. It ain't gonna kill you.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with it? I'm at work 12 hours a day.” 

“Take it with you, Benny loves dogs and the shop is gated off.” 

“Great, then give Benny the dog if he loves them so much.”

“I didn't get the dog for Benny, I got it for you.”

Billy sighed, as Gator set the dog on the couch. The thing was huge for a pup, thick sandy brown fur with bright brown eyes. It's paws and ears seemed too big for its body and the thing looked half wild. 

“Where'd you get it from anyways?” Billy asked, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing the pup suspiciously. 

“It's a police pup reject. The mom got knocked up by a wolf and this is the pup. Bright side is it's trained.” Gator rambled as he sat next to the pup and started petting it's head. 

“A wolf? You want me to keep a wolf as a pet?” Billy balked. 

“Course, they make great guard dogs. Roy has a pack of bout six back home.” 

“Gator, I don't know. I've never had a dog before,” Billy carted a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed. “I don't have food for it and the store is closed.”

Gator shrugged, his face turning down. “I got stuff in the truck, you don't need to get it nothing. I just thought you'd like it. It's gotta be shit being out here alone all the time.” 

Gator was chewing on his lip, looking like he'd been kicked and Billy sighed. “What’s his name?” 

“Gator Jr.” Gator smirked up at Billy.

“That's a shit name.” Billy said arching a brow and suppressing and grin 

“Fuck you, Gator's an awesome name.” Gator threw the old beat up couch pillow at Billy.

Billy caught it and laughed. “I'm not calling him Gator, pick a different name you fucking redneck.”

Gator jutted his lip out and scratched the back of his head. “Fine, I guess her name is Eleven then. That's whats on her tags.” 

“Christ, there's eleven of them?” 

“Yeah, but the others are full German shepherds. The station is gonna keep those.” 

“Go get her stuff and show me how to not kill her.” Billy sighed. 

#caligator #harringrove #billy hargrove #gator tillman #stranger things #fargo #Puppy love #i got the brain rot #i love them your honor #If trash why hot #ao3

[sepulchralsmile]

just like… hear me out…

gator and billy have eerily similar backgrounds… abusive bigoted fathers… watching their mothers abuse firsthand… getting the abuse turned on them at some point… abandoned by that mother… desperately trying to fill their fathers shoes…

and then imagine if they found each other…

the fic is writing itself atp and my google docs is burning up 😓

#harringrove #harringrove fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my fic #caligator #gator tillman #it’s being written yall like this shit is too insane too juicy to do otherwise

[wrecked-fuse]

How can y’all be so stupid writing “that ship art is giving off me X ship dynamic” under the art that clearly says what ship that is. Were you asked what dynamic that ship gives you anywhere in the post? Shut up about your dynamics and read the fucking room nobody cares what your silly headcanon is about if you post it under the post that’s not about it. Have some sense to respect an artist for once and what they do

#harringrove #caligator #discourse

[fizzigigsimmer]

But imagine Billy meeting Gator in prison and being unphased about everything - the bigotry, the culty conservo nazi backstory, the murders - that’s half the guys in their cell block. Where he draws the line are the oatmeal raisin cookies. @dragonflylady77 @lovebillyhargrove

#billy hargrove #gator tillman #The way I woke up giggling about this Guin #They smell so good though #all cinnamony and sweet #caligator

[robthegoodfellow]

May I Find You One December RENAMED Here I Go Again

1: Don't Know Where I'm Going, Sure Know Where I've Been

for @fizzigigsimmer

(caligator, referenced past harringrove, age difference, referenced character death, references to neofascism/evangelicalism)

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Billy’d been warned against stopping in Stark County, but when you had to go, you had to go—and anyway, he was running low on gas. And snacks. 

And, since he wasn’t a spring chicken anymore, it’d be wise to get out, work the rust from his joints a bit. 

Glancing around as he filled the tank, the town looked normal enough; your average main drag in Middle of Nowhere, North Dakota. Couple sleepy shops, general store, dinky diner—one of those blue lives matter flags hanging limp by the door, vivid polyester garish against all the beige. 

Basic shit. 

No obvious signs of a place under the iron thumb of a white nationalist evangelical militia, and he was just about to roll the dice on that diner, maybe snag a coffee and a slice of pie, when a police cruiser ambled into view, pulled into the fueling station opposite.

Just his fucking luck.

Billy studied the pump, face schooled a pleasant bland. Marveled at how, even after all these years, his days of tussling with fascist pigs long behind him, the same wolves were stirring in his head. One baring its teeth on a low growl, ready and willing to tear the fucker to shreds, the other poised, still as stone, itching to turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble.

At fifty years old—fifty plus, but who was counting—he preferred neither option. The meter clicked off, and he watched his hands replace the nozzle, screw on the gas cap.

Even his hands were fucking old. Thicker—blocky knuckles. Veins starting to bulge. Grandpa hands. 

Sense memory flashed, suppressed so quick and smooth it left barely a ripple. Wouldn’t do to indulge in fond longing for those gay glory days, for the hands he still missed like phantom limbs, some nights, this aching absence. Not within spitting distance of a patrol car. 

Because why test the thought police, right? He could reminisce on youthful love lost when he was back on the highway, heading west.

Good boy, he heard, like Billy had a tin can cupped to his ear, the string trailing off into the fog of time. 

So strange what stayed sharp, he mused, rounding the hood, gripping his keys. Behind him, the cruiser door swung open with a creak. Like—despite the photos, it was hard to really conjure the face, hold it steady in his mind. A face through a window in the rain, and more so as the years slid by. But that voice still whispered clear as day—sometimes a Jiminy Cricket, keeping Billy out of trouble, sometimes a little prankster demon, pure trickster. 

And the hands. The feel of those hands had never left him, touch embedded in the skin.

He sniffed, ducking his chin, scolding himself. So much for smothering his inner queer.

The door was open, sanctuary of the driver’s seat calling his name, when something drew his attention across the way—some movement, maybe, or shift in the air. Pulling his gaze, against his better judgment, to meet the bored stare of the emerging cop.

His chest—seized, breath caught in tight lungs by a tighter throat. Distantly wondered if this was what a heart attack felt like—crushed in a cold fist.

Because the eyes staring back at him were Steve’s. The furrowed brow above lips pinched in a frown. The lines of his jaw, his nose. Like the rain had stopped and he could see him clear through the pane. Then the lips twisted, a sudden sneer, straight out of senior year.

“Got a problem, pal?” 

Billy blinked rapid, took in the flak jacket and badge announcing him as the Sheriff’s stooge, the douchey camo hoodie layered underneath, dark hair slicked back, sides shaved like he’d stepped off the cover of Nazi Vogue.

What the fuck.

“Asked you a question, old man.”

Billy coughed, half a laugh, half choke, and shook his head. Same voice—his voice. Steve’s. Only the tone was all wrong—mean and self-important—more like… like Billy, once upon a time.

Like if his old bratty attitude and Steve’s voice had a baby. That’s what he was hearing right now. Like—

Wrenching his brain back on track, Billy rebooted. Cut him off before the brat could launch another volley.

“Sorry, officer,” he said, and couldn’t help it—the amusement thrumming beneath the words, or more accurately, the unhinged hysteria. “Must be going senile.”

The eyes narrowed—assuming that if he wasn’t in on the joke, he must be the butt of it.

“In fact,” Billy went on, blindly following some instinct, he knew not where. “Think I might be having some heart trouble.”

The cop did not spring to the aid of a needy citizen, but eyed him skeptically. “You smell burnt toast?”

“That’s for a stroke,” Billy corrected, and he’d gone and done it again—only this time a fondness threading the wry mockery. “Heart attack is pain in your arm and whatnot.”

The brat didn’t shoot him dead for perceived disrespect, which was something. Really he just seemed—confused. Baffled. And boy, Billy was right there with him.

This wasn’t Steve, he reminded himself. Wasn’t him. Just a random dead ringer in Middle of Nowhere, North Dakota, a likely foot soldier in the brutal local militia.

And Billy should just leave him to it, obviously. Because this wasn’t Steve.

So—bid the doppelganger adieu, get the hell out of dodge. Billy cleared his throat.

“Don’t suppose protect and serve extends to helping some geezer find a place to eat while he rests awhile?”

Now the perplexed indignation was out in force, head tilted so far to the side it was liable to roll off his neck.

Hand to God, Billy thought he’d kicked the death wish long ago—his Y2K resolution—and yet here he was. Still talking, coaxing the neofascist to come closer, chucking all caution to the wind for a pair of pretty, over-familiar eyes.

“C’mon,” he said, and made the smirk self-deprecating. “I make it across the street without keeling over, I’ll buy ya a coffee.”

The brat straightened, something like tolerant intrigue settled in the quirk of his brow. “All right, then, old timer.” As they stepped off the sidewalk: “Don’t expect me to hold your elbow or nothing.”

“Oh, nah,” Billy replied, waving him off. “Dignity won’t allow it.” And then—he winked. Winked at the boogaloo boy. He’d lost his mind. Farewell, sanity.  “Name’s Billy.”

No response from the boy in blue until they reached the diner steps. “I’m Gator,” he said, hauling the door open, gruffness at odds with the tinkling bell.

To his credit, Billy didn’t break down into gibbering laughter.

Gator. This asshat wearing Steve’s face, this Duck Dynasty heir apparent—was named Gator.

Way off in Indiana, Steve must’ve been rolling in his grave.

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#idk where this came from #idea swamped me in the car this morning #caligator #but also make it angsty harringrove #billy hargrove #gator tillman #more to come?? who knows

[safk-art]

Two Dogs🤭

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[hunnysfwart]

OUTBROTHERED chapter 1: Billy makes a friend in local kindergarten teacher, Steve Harrington!

[Glaze was used to prevent AI from stealing, sorry if the effects look a bit odd!]

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[nogitsunbae]

Me, finally watching Fargo and seeing the asshole character’s backstory where we learn he witnessed horrible abuse of his mother, experienced abuse himself, and then was abandoned by his mother and left to his horribly bigoted father’s devices:

#I can’t escape and apparently neither can Joe #billy hargrove #caligator