Hi!🥰
It's been a few days but here's a thing.
So say Steve can't really build muscle like Billy can, so Billy challenges Steve to an arm wrestle thinking he'd win hands down, but Steve actually thrashing him at the arm wrestle.
How does Billy react to that?
Hey hey!😜
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"So what do ya say, Princess Peaches?" Billy Hargrove pesters, wiggling his unfairly defined eyebrows at Steve, who suppresses the all-too-familiar urge to punch him square in the nose. Maybe mess that pretty face of his up a bit. God, Hargrove got on his nerves.
Despite both boys being subjected to the torture of high school gym class, the infuriating blonde was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, a cocky smirk gracing his face.
In the words of Dustin Henderson, fuck Billy Hargrove.
"Are you sure it's the same sentiment?" Robin had teased Steve before their shift ended. Funnily enough, she'd been wiggling her brows too. Like someone. Of course, he'd retorted far too quickly, which only made her smirk wider. What was it with ocean-eyed smartasses and their constant need to make his life a living hell?
"What?" Steve grits out, wiping a sheen of perspiration from his brow with his equally damp forearm.
Hargrove watches him giddily, showing no signs of exhaustion yet. He's drenched in sweat, too, only it makes his tanned skin glow, dripping off his dense muscles like wet paint, his tongue an untrained dog wagging back and forth, incapable of staying in his ever-flapping mouth.
"Arm wrestle me, Pretty Boy," he says, clucking that damned organ- that instrument of his at the end of the random proposition.
He could charm Steve into shaving his hair and jumping into a frozen lake. Worst of all, he bet his buttons that Hargrove knew this.
"You're crazy," Steve wheezes, panting as though his lungs were on a treadmill fighting for breath.
The other boy snorts hoggishly, shrugging his massive shoulders. "News to me. So, how about it?"
"I'm dying here, man. How are you not running on empty?"
"Plenty of fuel left in the tank," Hargrove replies smugly, patting his abdomen, and letting out a burp as he does so.
Steve cringes. Geez Louise, I really know how to pick 'em.
"Unless you're... a fraidy cat. In that case-"
Oh, hell no.
"Let's get this over with, Dumbo," Steve spits.
Hargrove gives him a kid locked in a candy store grin, and they sit on the floor across from each other. He extends his hand, and Steve takes it, taking pride in knowing his is slightly bigger.
But Hargrove is meaty and those muscles, despite the slight pillowy plushness, aren't just for show.
"One, two, three, go!" Hagan - why was he always there- yells.
Billy grips Steve's hand, arms bulging. Steve bares his teeth, thinking of the fucking demodogs he's launched into the air with his bat. He's nowhere near as bulky as Billy, but he's not going down without putting up a fight.
His bicep burning, teeth sawing clean through his bottom lip, he puts all his frustration, all the powerlessness he's felt these last few weeks, into that arm.
And he ends up anchoring down Hargrove's arm.
"Holy shit, Harrington!" Tommy caws over his shoulder. "You beat Hargrove-"
Speaking of, Billy pulls his hand out of Steve's, and gets up, pushing past him. Steve looks up to tease him for being a sore loser, when he swears he hears a fond, "Not bad, Pretty Boy, not bad," accompanied by a soft smile.
"Asshole!" Steve yells at his retreating back, not able to keep the amusement out of his voice.
"Fuckface!" Billy calls back, and Steve pushes down the new urge to tackle him, kissing his lips to see if he really tastes like cherries.
For now, he'll settle with the harmless stolen glances in the shower. And these moments, fleeting as they were.
Not bad, either, Barbie, not bad at all.
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I cannot wait to see the delusion and audacity of men with the Satosugu cheating fic!!
But literally the thought of walking in on them having sex and instead of being ashamed they invite you for a threesome like you didn’t just catch your boyfriend cheating on you with his old flame ON THE ACT is the meaning of tragicomedy.
The thought of them both agreeing they’re now a throuple but failing to inform the third party (or failing to tell them in time) is so infuriating and funny at the same time.
(i feel bad for hyping up the cheating fic cuz its barely 3k words long, so pls pls pls don't expect much from it)
I feel like it's even worse when satosugu don't even consider it cheating cuz technicallytheyweretogetherfirst. You walk in on them and they're both like 'you're home:)'.
OR they don't even give you the chance to figure it out, they just come out and say they're fucking. And instead of you becoming happy (you always did say they should start communicating better), you start freaking out, going on and on about 'loyalty' and 'honesty'.
Either way, they're so confused when you say no and break up with Suguru (and by extension Satoru). But considering they can't function without you, you're stuck with them whether you like it or not.
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