#billy would

[rockabye-billy]

In which Billy makes Jonathan wait outside so he can go in first and hype him (🧡)

[passivenovember]

maybe Billy hides his smile behind his fist. 

and maybe Steve doesn’t understand why Billy’d wanna hide it, because. 

look.

even when the guy’s sneering like a startled, feral cat with his little fangs bared when he catches himself chuckling at something Steve says, or when he’s smirking, hooping and howling at some idiot thing Steve does, even then, he’s got the most beautiful--

whatever.

either way, he hides his smile. and every time he does, Steve thinks about saying something. you shouldn’t do that, maybe, or without your smile, how’re the trees gonna get enough sunlight. 

he never says anything. 

opens his mouth, thinks about Billy’s right hook, and. Keeps his mouth shut until. They’ve made headway.

they’re sharing a beer in the beige, non-descript backyard of some classmate’s parent's house, sitting on the chilled cement next to a tire that leads to the deck of a yacht, and.

Billy laughs at something Steve says, and then squeaks at the thing Steve does. Steve, burning his fingers on his cigarette and fumbling it because Billy’s laugh? could make flowers reach for him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, so.

Billy catches himself smiling too wide, too soft and too genuine, and lifts his fingers to his lips. And maybe Steve gets bold. winds their fingers together and tugs on Billy’s hand until it falls away on its own. 

“What. What are you--”

“How come you’re always hiding?”

Steve expects him to pull back. He doesn’t, but. He doesn’t meet Steve’s eyes, either. Billy holds tight to his fingers, rubs his thumb over Steve’s knuckle so softly it almost feels like a passing breeze. “Don’t like my smile.” He says after a minute. “I think it’s ugly.”

“You’re not ugly, you’re--”

Billy’s eyes snap forward, heated and angry.

Steve trips over himself. Swallows his tongue, on words that wouldn’t grow anything even if he tried to plant them. 

And Billy keeps staring. 

And Steve can’t stop himself from leaning forward. Letting his lips brush against the hairline on Billy’s forehead, down the curve of his face to press, gently, on the stubble of his jaw.

“Steve,” Billy says. Like a prayer. “Steve--”

It’s not a kiss. Not really, but. He presses their mouths together so Billy has something to hide behind. 

[fortheloveofscisaac]

Billy is 100% the type of freak that would steal Steve's dirty boxers from the locker room and then later have them on his face while jack off and smelling them.

[weird-an]

Hopper: Did you see my cuffs, Billy?

Billy: No.

Steve: Oh my God-

Hopper: What's going on?

Billy: Steve, don't.

Steve: Billy, did we use -

Hopper: I'm outta here. You're grounded for a week, Billy.

Billy: You just cockblocked yourself, Steve!

Hopper: Two weeks.

[spzeed]

grvs reblogged your post: kukkicake:

you would.

I WOULD.

[renaandstasia]

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