[shieldofiron]

Billy's 3 moods:

Steve: I mean yeah, me too, but you don't hear me complaining.

[shieldofiron]

Applicable to anything actually.

[wrecked-fuse]

150. Little spoon big spoon.

[lifeguardbilly]

[shieldofiron]

You wanna know how he's taking the breakup, Billy? Well, now you do.

[avalonlights]

For the @harringrovemicroficandart prompt "Valentines" 💘

[stervrucht]

Experimenting with colour

[psychdelia]

ummm it’s just a lil porn

billy looked like a fucking pornstar laid out on steve’s bed. blonde curls were strewn out over steve’s pillow, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and back arched with his now bruised tits up to the sky. his dick throbbed so pretty, getting precum all over his stomach as steve held his legs up and apart. he wasn’t even inside of billy yet, taking a second to admire the picture before him. he had just worked billy open, nearly bringing him to tears with the way he curled his fingers against his prostate just right. steve is sure he fucks like a pornstar with the way he so easily slipped right into billy, and he sure as hell moans like one when steve bottoms out, rocking his hips so gentle at first. they’re holding hands, fingers interlocked over billy’s head when steve picks up the pace, properly fucking billy into the bed and eating up his cries and moans.

[shieldofiron]

Underrated moments in fanfiction.

[teathattast]

[teathattast]

I see the neurodivergent girlies are enjoying this

[aggressiveviking]

catnap

Keep reading

[harringroveera]

They’re just idiots in love, your Honor

[psychdelia]

steve and billy getting close after starcourt and not understanding that they’re basically a couple. while billy’s been aware of his feelings about steve since his first day here, steve doesn’t realize his feelings aren’t platonic. the way he gets in billy’s space at any given chance, sitting next to him and scooting closer until there’s no distance from their shoulders down. he holds billy’s hand, hugs and lays with him on his bad days. when steve’s having a bad day, he manhandles and bullies billy into straddling his lap, feeling more grounded. he’s clenching his jaw and frowning deeply as he presses his face into billy’s neck and chest, arms locked tight around him so he can’t move— not that he would ever want to.

but they’re not a couple. they’re just friends who help each other out because they’re the only two who understand. he tells himself that a lot, ignoring the fact that he’s not going to robin, nancy, or jonathan for anything of the sort. they’re just friends who can’t sleep without spooning and sharing a bed every night. they’re just friends even though billy steals gentle touches when he thinks steve is sleeping, running his hands over steve’s arms, chest, shoulders, appreciating being held so strong and tight. they’re just friends when steve finally stops pretending to be asleep and leans into billy’s touch. billy looks scared like he’s been caught doing something wrong, trying to think of what to say. they’re just friends when steve’s pretty sure he cuts off an attempt at an apology, leaning in and planting one on him. then he’s mumbling his own apology against billy’s lips for taking too long to do that, but billy’s cutting him off right back, wasting no time and moaning so soft and sweet into steve’s mouth.

[shieldofiron]

Monster hunting is going well. Very erotic.

[racketti]

This is the cutest thing I've EVER SEEN, JUST LOOK AT HIS BABY FACE PLEASE I'M DYING

[ihni]

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Billy spots them during lunch on his first day in Hawkins and immediately asks, “Who’s the princess?”

“That’s Nancy Wheeler,” Carol says and rolls her eyes a little, which makes Tommy chuckle.

“She’s dating Harrington, by the way,” Tommy adds as he sees a look in Billy’s eye, something interested and hungry.

“Hm,” Billy hums, flashing Carol a small smirk, “What’s the point of scoring if there’s no goalie?”

Which makes her blush, a little, while Tommy eyes him up.

They wonder if Billy will be successful in his pursuit, because Nancy doesn’t even like Steve anymore, it seems. Tommy bets that Billy will score, Carol bets the opposite.

The night of Tina’s party, Tommy watches Billy heading over to Steve and Nancy, so he tags along just to watch the chaos — but there’s nothing more than a stare down.

Nancy leaves, Steve follows.

And Billy huffs in amusement, puffing on his cigarette as he heads to the kitchen for another drink.

Tommy reports back to Carol, who sees Steve leaving the bathroom, near tears, with Billy slowly following him to the backyard.

Her eyebrows go up her forehead.

Interesting.

The next school day, Carol waits at Billy’s locker and smirks up at him once he arrives, asks, “So? How’d it go?”

Billy quirks a playful brow at her as he swings his locker open, tilting his head to the side a little, showing off the two little bruises on the side of his neck.

“You dog,” she laughs, delighted.

He doesn’t say anything, but that’s fine.

She can keep a secret.

[shieldofiron]

Match made in heaven.