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he/him | 18 | billy hargrove enthusiast "some may call you heterosexual, but I'll always know the truth"

[metamorphesque]

— "A Kiss on the Forehead", Marina Tsvetaeva   

[ text ID: A kiss on the forehead — erases misery. / I kiss your forehead. / A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. / A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. / I kiss your lips. / A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 ]

[wrecked-fuse]

billy missing his pretty boy hours

and old sketches

🔪🔪🔪 в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪  

[birdmanhowl]

Steve isn't stupid, he's dyslexic

[chrisbitchtree]

Billy, heavily influenced by his boyfriends soft lips, skilled hands, and sweet talking voice, starts sharing chauffeur duties with Steve.

The kids, all of whom except for Max are unaware that Billy and Steve are dating, are weary, but they need rides and trust Steve, so they take what they can get.

Despite multiple warnings from both Steve and Billy himself, it takes no time at all for the kids to start breaking the rules of Billy’s car, and soon, he’s furiously scrubbing footprints off the back of the front seats, picking up trail mix off the floor, and to his horror, scraping what looks suspiciously like dried snot off the window.

The next time he picks up the kids, he reiterates the rules, giving them one more chance to listen if they don’t want to start walking everywhere.

“Ok,” he says, looking them all in the eye in turn. “This is the last time I’m telling you guys. Feet stay on the floor, food stays in a sealed bag inside your backpack, and I can’t believe I have to say this, but your bodily fluids are to stay in your bodies at all times!”

Immediately, there’s a chorus of “But Steve lets us…” ringing out.

“But Steve lets us eat in the car!”

“Steve doesn’t care if we kick the seats!”

“Steve keeps tissues in his car!”

Billy doesn’t have the time or patience for this. “Listen up!” He shouts, turning around in his seat. “Do I look like a fluffy haired, Bambi eyed dreamboat that walks around looking like sex on legs?! Is my name Steve Harrington? No! I didn’t think so!”

It takes a not so gentle nudge and some meaningful eye contact from Max for him to realize what he’s said. No plea of temporary insanity or offer to let them eat in the car will buy their silence.

Steve’s very amused when Dustin races into Family Video, out of breath and red in the face, determined to be the first to tell him that Steve’s own boyfriend has a crush on him.

[fanatics4l]

eddie and billy

[dxmianwaynesstuff]

this fandom strayed from god's eyes when they forgot about stonathan

[birdmanhowl]

I constantly think about Billy's necklace and its significance so I wrote a lil harringrove fic about it.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Why are you giving this to me?” Steve whispered softly, “There’s plenty of shit in Hawkins you need protection from.”

Billy cocked his head to the side, that dopey grin once again dimpling his cheeks. “Why would I need some stupid saint to protect me when I have you?”, Billy asked, reaching forward to curl his fingers around the nape of Steve’s neck, tangling his fingers in Steve’s hair. Steve’s breath hitched at the touch and at their closeness.

“King Steve”, Billy said with a smirk “Slayer of monsters and breaker of hearts”.

[leporinelou]

matching scars.

they’re not friends. billy and steve. they’re not. neither of them would claim to be. but- things have changed.

they’re not friends. but they spend time together.

a truce, harrington calls it one day. billy thinks that makes sense. it’s an uneasy one, sure. but a truce all the same.

so they spend time together now.

it’s unavoidable, what with max being part of that weird little ‘party’. the one steve hangs around with.

billy still thinks that’s fucking odd. tells harrington as much. he just sighs. tells billy he wouldn’t understand.

whatever.

neil wants billy to keep tabs on max. billy just wants to stay out of trouble. so here he is. smoking with steve harrington while max hangs out with the freaky five.

they’re at the quarry. harrington’s favourite place to clear his head. to relax. it’s quickly becoming billy’s too. he likes the view.

he looks at steve. looks at the way the sun highlights his profile as they sit on the camaro.

it really is a nice view.

harrington holds out his hand. snaps his fingers. laughs when billy calls him an impatient bitch. billy passes him a cigarette. watches as steve lights it. as he blows smoke in billy’s face and gives him a lazy grin.

billy shoves him back. feels his face heat up. feels harrington’s eyes on him. he ignores it and lights his own cigarette. let’s the smoke pour out his nose as he stares into the distance.

“so.”

“so.”

“what’s your favourite colour?”

billy huffs. raises an eyebrow and turns to look at harrington again, lips twisting into a smirk. steve rolls his eyes.

“throw me a bone here, hargrove. you’re too quiet today, it’s putting me on edge-”

“blue.”

“what?”

“i like blue. yellow too. and brown.”

“brown?” steve looks around, trying to make sense of billy’s answer “like the trees?”

“yeah, sure.” he meets steve’s eyes. “like the trees.”

billy leans back. closes his eyes. feels his shoulder brush steve’s.

“mines blue.”

“of fucking course it is.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” billy can almost hear steve’s frown.

“nothing. you’d like california. the sea. you know,” billy waves a hand “if you like blue.”

“we should go.”

billy sits up. stares at steve. “you’re outta your mind, harrington.”

“hm. maybe.”

steve opens his own eyes. sits up and moves closer. billy swallows.

“you have freckles.”

“yeah.” billy brings his cigarette up. hopes harrington doesn’t notice how his hand shakes slightly.

“i like them.”

billy grins at him. “outta. your. mind.”

steve grins back. their eyes stay locked for a beat too long. billy runs a tongue across his lower lip. feels his mouth dry as steve’s eyes drop down to track the movement.

the wind blows suddenly. billy’s curls whip around his face. steve’s hair falls slightly. obscures his vision. billy laughs. sticks a hand out to ruffle what he’s affectionately dubbed ‘the do’, during their time together.

steve swears at him. wraps a hand around billy’s wrist, thumb pressed over his pulse. they both pause.

billy moves first. leans forward slightly so he can push steve’s hair back and out of his face. gives steve a smile. his thumb brushes over something. a little raised line. billy’s eyes drift up.

it’s a scar.

billy feels dizzy, all of a sudden. feels like someone’s pulled the rug out from beneath his feet and left him suspended midair. his throat feels tight.

“is that- is that from-” billy swallows. whispers. “did i-” he pulls his hand away.

steve lifts a hand. rubs at the scar himself. frowns as if he forgot it was even there. “yeah, man. from the uh- from the plate, i guess?”

he says it almost as a question. as if he hasn’t thought about it too much. as if it doesn’t bother him. billy feels cold. nauseous. there’s a sick feeling pooling in his stomach.

“hey? billy? what’s wrong?” steve places a hand on his shoulder. rubs at it with his thumb. billy shrugs him off.

“i’m gonna go.”

billy slides off the car. stands. takes one last drag of his cigarette before crushing it under his heel. he can see steve out of the periphery of his vision. doesn’t turn to face him.

“see you around, harrington.”

“billy-”

“don’t.”

“it’s not- fuck, it’s fine. you apologised, remember?”

“harrington.” it’s a warning.

“whatever, man.” steve sounds sad. hurt. billy tries not to think about it. “see you around.”

steve walks over to his own car. billy does the same. gets in the camaro and drives off before steve can look back.

he picks max up later. sees steve. of course. can’t avoid him forever. that’s why they started hanging out in the first place. billy tells max to hurry the fuck up. ignores her when she flips him off. drives her home in silence.

by dinner time, they’re all seated around the table. neil, susan, max and billy. the hargrove’s and the mayfield’s. billy thinks that he doesn’t belong on either side.

neil asks max about her day. makes sure billy was being a good big brother.

billy stares at his plate.

he looks up once. when neil’s talking to susan. looks at neil’s forehead.

looks at the scar there.

he thinks about the one on harrington’s forehead. almost identical.

thinks about his mom. picking the plate up.

how it felt in his hands when he did the same.

like mother like son, neil said once.

billy hates it when neil’s right.

[birdmanhowl]

I always found the “flirting” between billy and k*ren at the pool so strange (besides the obvious). It always reminds me of Holt (a gay man acting straight) from b99 talking about how much he loves breasts.

anyways, these are the same picture.

[aggressiveviking]

anyone thirsty??

[marshallmigraine]

in case you thought my sense of humor cannot get worse 

[lazybakerart]

A Sundae Date commission for extremely sweet and amazing @chrisbitchtree!! (and!!) Happy Birthday!!! <3!!

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[belovedharringrove]

my fyp is so right for this tbh

[mollyfaraday]

[pinkkinoko]

Heart eyes motherfucker

[birdmanhowl]

I'm convinced that people who say billy abused max have never had a sibling.

[birdmanhowl]

itr1edtoscream on twitter posted this video yesterday of dacre talking about how his favourite ST scenes to film were when billy dies and the sauna scene, he wants me to be sad at this point :| I also really enjoy how he always talks about billy in the first person "when I-when billy dies". That man eats lives and breathes billy.