Don't cream your pants

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[aggressiveviking]

billy hargrove 🚬

[harringroveera]

Trauma dumping first, rescuing later

[weird-an]

Billy stares at the shards on the ground. It's Steve's favorite bowl. Dustin made it in summer camp. Painted a baseball bat and a weird looking dog on it. It was a fucking ugly thing and now it's broken.

Billy breaks things. All the time. All his life.

His dad tells him every day. That Billy is a mess, a fuckup, a nuisance. That Billy is broken, too, and that's why he breaks things.

Maybe Steve should break up with him, before Billy can break him, too. He tries to be gentle with Steve, but he doesn't know how. His hands are too strong, his tongue too mean, his anger too hot.

"Everything alright with the popc- Oh shit, Billy!" Steve sounds concerned.

"You're bleeding," he says. Warm hands wrap around his own. There is a slash on his palm. Nothing big. Not the worst Billy had this month.

"I broke the bowl," Billy states the obvious. He wants to say more. Like I'll break you too and I don't want to.

"That sucks." Steve wraps a bandaid around his hand. Steve shouldn't have to do this. Billy is used to do it on his own. He can do it.

"I think we should break up." Billy stares Steve's fingers fixing the bandaid.

Silence clouds the kitchen. It's too loud, just like Billy.

"Do you want us to break up?" Steve asks hoarsely.

Billy doesn't. Not ever. "We should."

"Why?" Steve's thumb rubs across his wrist. "Because you broke the bowl?"

The bowl, Steve's face a few months ago, his parents' marriage, Neil's dream of the perfect son.

"I break things all the time," Billy starts reciting the words so often yelled at him.

Steve wraps his arms around Billy. A tight hug, nearly squeezing the air out of him. But with Steve hugging him, Billy doesn't need to breathe.

"That's not true," Steve says, kissing his temple. "Just yesterday you fixed the sink and I think you fix me a little every day."

"You're not broken," Billy tells him. Why would Steve think that? He's fucking perfect in Billy's eyes.

Steve pulls him even closer. "Then you're not broken either."

[lydiamarsin]

It’s hilarious that they have to keep all the male teens in Stranger Things away from Steve Harrington because he’s supposed to be straight but he just radiates bi energy.

Billy and Eddie were murdered because he had too much chemistry with them despite that fact that he’s supposed to be in love with Nancy. Jonathan never interacts with him and they’ve been separated since season 1. His friend Tommy was written out of the show completely. Who knows if he’ll ever get to meet Argyle at this rate.

[littleststarfighter]

Something nasty in your garden’s waiting Patiently, till it can have your heart Try to go but it won’t let you Don’t you know it’s out to get you running Keep on running They’re running after you babe -Land of make belive by Bucks Fizz

Seriously, only I would be inspired by the cheesiest song of the 80′s ever. A Stranger Things AU where Billy survives the Mind Flayer but is experimented on, and a part of the Upside Down stays with him and he comes back wrong. But he always finds Steve.

[nicostiel]

Eddie Munson + Text Posts ♡

[littleststarfighter]

Another little Steddie WIP I’m working hard on finishing before Friday and part 2 is revealed. So bloody nervous. 

[dcbicki]

STRANGER THINGS 4 + text posts

[malyen0retsev]

thinking about the fact that max writes letters to her family members, to the other five members of the party… and to steve. yes sure, steve himself shows exasperation with how he’s ‘always the god damn babysitter’, and the kids all wind him up endlessly; but out of all of the older teenagers, max only writes a letter to him. steve isn’t just an annoying supervising teenager to the kids. he’s their found family, their found big brother, and the reason they’re so comfortable winding him up is because they know that they have this next level of understanding with steve. he’s their friend, he’s the one who looks out for them and cares about them, the one they know they can go to about absolutely anything, and he’s their big brother. and nothing can highlight that more than when max wrote letters to her closest loved ones, letters saying goodbye because she thought she was about to die and didn’t want to leave words unsaid, she wrote one for steve too. just as the party are max’s found family, so is steve. 

[babysitterpng]

legs for days

[atombombdotcom]

"they cant all be gay, it was the 80s thats unrealistic" ah yes because parallel dimensions and monsters existed in the 80s but gay people did not

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

They really said, "this character is a FREAK. He sells DRUGS. He holds a KNIFE to Steve's THROAT-" and then he has the biggest, roundest pair of brown eyes on planet and quotes lotr

[cherrydreamer]

I am waiting for the S4 scene where Billy gets Vecna-d and everyone's in a panic trying to figure out his favourite song, Max singing whatever garbled lyrics she can remember from their drives together, while Eddie pulls out all his metal knowledge and shouts a ton of classics into Billy's other ear.

Only for Steve to confidently step forward, push them gently aside, and start crooning Rainbow Connection in a soft and surprisingly melodic voice.

It works.

(Only now Steve has to admit to the bemused gang around them that he and Billy had their first kiss while watching The Muppet Movie in the back room of Family Video)

[softestevie]

Steve had always been into rougher sex.

He knew it when he watched porn for the first time with Tommy after the other had stolen some of it from his parents closet.

It was supposed to be for the laughs because Tommy said the tape was ridiculous, but Steve couldn’t help but to stare at the screen while a woman with dark brown hair was fucked roughly with her hands tied behind her back and face pushed down as she begged for more.

Ever since that day, he had wanted that.

But every girl he was ever with all wanted something soft and loving.

Sure, Steve always gave them what they wished for and it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy the softness of it, but he couldn’t help how the little voice in the back of his head screamed for something more.

So, after him and Nancy started dating and things were getting serious for the first time, they tried out rougher sex when Steve had asked her if she was okay with it.

But in the end Nancy hadn’t really liked it and even though it was exactly like in the porn, Steve hadn’t liked it either which made them continue their sex the way they had before.

Even if Steve was always left unsatisfied.

But then the break up happened at the Halloween party and Steve had run off to find his car, the tears in his eyes making his vision blurry and his hands too shaky to find his car keys.

It hadn’t taken long for Billy Hargrove to find him.

He had teased Steve about how his little girlfriend was hanging off of Jonathan’s arms as they left and what a pussy Steve was to let it happen, but Steve hadn’t been listening to him anymore when he turned around and pucnhed the other on his sharp face.

Billy had looked stunned for a second, maybe even a little hurt, but that look had turned into a shit eating grin as he roughly tackled Steve to the ground.

He had tried to fight back, but he was soon pinned onto his stomach while Billy was holding his arms behind his back, his strong legs holding Steve’s thighs down as he struggled to get up.

Billy had laughed into his ear and called him weak, but when he got a little too close… that’s when Steve felt it.

Hargrove’s hard cock against his ass.

It had made his head fuzzy, but all Steve thought about was ’Fuck it’ as he had suddenly grinded his ass back on it.

The other had choked on top of him and turned tense, but when Steve had continued to rub his ass onto his clothed dick, he had let out a deep groan before showing Steve’s jeans down and taking what was his.

He fucked Steve on the dirty ground like there was no tomorrow and Steve loved every second of it.

He loved the way the other held onto his waist so hard that it left marks and the way he had just took Steve like he was his own little toy to fuck into. And the things he had groaned at Steve—shit.

It was something else.

They had kept going and going until they both finally came with loud moans and groans, bodies so close to each other that they almost felt like a one.

When Billy had finally slipped out of him and gave his ass a smack before walking off with a ’See you later, pretty boy’, Steve finally understood the reason why he had never been satisfied before.

He had always wanted to be the woman in the porn.

And with Billy, he got to be just that.

[chrisbitchtree]

Billy moves in with Steve on his 18th birthday. They’re both in a blissed out post orgasmic state, laying intertwined on Steve’s bed after Steve woke Billy up to ride him into the mattress before pancakes in bed.

Suddenly, Billy turns to Steve. “What if I moved in here?”

“Well yeah,” replied Steve, nodding. “That’s the plan.” They’ve talked a lot about it, Billy either moving in with him once he graduates next year or the two of them getting a place of their own.

“No,” Billy says, grabbing Steve’s hand. “I mean today. I’m 18. Neil can’t stop me. Can I?”

Steve rolls onto Billy, tucking his face into the other boys neck, pressing a kiss where his neck meets his shoulder. “Of course, baby.”

***

With some help from Hop, a few hours later, Billy is officially living with Steve, not just staying over once or twice a week.

It’s bliss for the rest of the day as Steve makes spaghetti for Billy and presents him with his gift and a birthday cake.

The reality of the situation settles in the next morning, a Monday. A school day for Billy. While it was a very adult decision that he made, he’s still a scared kid who needs someone to take care of him, and Steve barely even has anything to make his boyfriend a decent lunch for the first day of his new life. He scrounges up what he can and throws it in a brown paper bag, a relic from when his mom used to pretend that she cared enough to pack him a lunch, determined to show Billy that someone loves and cares about him enough to do it.

***

Billy opens his backpack to grab his books so he can shove them in his locker. He smiles when he sees the bag, knowing it must have been Steve that put it there.

Lunchtime rolls around and Billy opens the brown paper bag to find a squished peanut butter sandwich, a bruised apple, and a fun size pack of M&Ms that must have been leftover in a cupboard from last Halloween. At the bottom of the bag are some coins, presumably so he can get a soda from the vending machine. It’s the best damn lunch Billy has ever had. He can taste Steve’s love in every bite.

[passivenovember]

“You make my balls so blue.”

Billy shakes his head. Blinks. Feels like he must have pool water stuck somewhere on the wrong side of his ear drum, an unwelcome side effect from grabbing Carina Montez’s tiny soft hand and jumping in with the rest of Hawkin’s grade twelves, because. 

Steve Harrington is in the bathtub with his Cortez’s resting on the spigot. 

He’s a got pair of sunglasses pushed on top of his head and an empty bottle of beer dangling from three long, pale fingers and his eyes are closed so Billy shakes his head again, gets the last bit of piss out and zips himself up, like. 

Because Billy obviously misheard the guy. 

Weed and beer and Halloween candy doing a number on him. And Billy’s tired, suddenly. 

Exhausted from pretending he hasn’t dreamt of hearting those words countless times. Billy rubs a hand over his mouth, tastes his own dick, and thinks about washing his hands but doesn’t wanna blow his cover. 

Like, he’s trashed in the bathroom at a Halloween party. Slammed his way in here after turning down a blowjob from the head cheerleader, and Steve knows he’s in here. 

Has to. Saw Billy piss, and.

Billy tugs the door open but stops, dazed and confused, when Steve says, “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” All fucked out and slurred from too much beer.

And when Billy turns around, still gripping the handle, Steve’s watching him. 

And Steve’s hard. Rubbing himself through the tight black denim rubbing like a cheese grater against his erection. 

“Close the door.” Steve says. 

And Billy thinks he must be dead. In Heaven, maybe, or on some sort of trial run to earn his place in hell because there’s no way on God’s shitty green Earth that Steve Harrington said those words and if they did he wasn’t talking to Billy, right?

He was talking to a folded up picture of Donna Summer. To his own reflection in the spotless black tiles in Tina’s bathroom, to the ant crawling down the drain, not.

Not Billy.

Nothing in his whole like would’ve earned him this miracle, but then. 

But then Steve moans.

Rubs the tip of his cock just right and Billy goes from half mast to full sail so quick his knees almost give out. 

Steve licks his lips, says, “Come here.”

And Billy goes.

Like a starving man, he goes.

[goalieprotectionsquad]

everyone telling steve that billy would have wanted him to move on and find love again someday and steve just snorting and going “wow you really did not know him at all, huh? his ghost ritually tears down the billy joel poster in the bedroom”