#billy hargrove agenda

[dragonflylady77]

Terminally Straight

Harringrove | 7k | Rating: M | best friend's brother, fluff

I wrote this fic almost 2 years ago now... All 10 chapters are now up on Ao3.

@passivenovember needed some fluff today so I decided it was time to post it.

Gift for @passivenovember, @heck-in-a-handbasket, @fizzigigsimmer @ihni and @shieldofiron

Summary:

Robin's mom married Steve's dad at the end of Robin's senior year and Robin is not happy about it. Thankfully her new stepbrother is off to university. Robin's best friend Billy wouldn't have minded getting to know the famed King of Hawkins High. Eight years later, they meet again and it goes better than Billy had anticipated.

read on Ao3

Hawkins, Indiana

July 2015

Billy’s crush had started at the end of senior year. He’d recently turned eighteen and landed himself a summer job with his bestest friend in the world before they started their graphic design studies.

Robin was throwing a pool party to celebrate the end of high school. Billy and Robin had clicked the moment they’d met, on Billy’s first day as a transfer from Cali, halfway through the previous school year. Their respective gaydars had pinged hard and they’d become instant best friends.

All the popular kids had decided to show up to the party because no one passed up on free booze at a pool party, even one thrown by the band geek, especially when it afforded them a look at the former residence of Hawkins High School legend, the famed Steve Harrington, Robin’s new stepbrother. To Robin’s neverending dismay, her mother had recently married Steve’s father and they were conveniently away on their Christmas honeymoon in Florida.

The sun was shining high that day in Hawkins, Indiana, and Billy was working on a decent buzz, red solo cup resting on the pool chair between his legs as he rolled a joint for him and Robin when someone angrily called out his friend’s name. 

Robin flinched on the end of the lounger and Billy looked up from his task to find the prettiest boy he’d ever seen stalking towards them. Thick brown hair, huge brown eyes that sparked with anger, gangly arms dotted with moles peeking out of a sage green polo shirt, long legs hidden by jeans and white trainers.

“Robin, what the hell is this?”

“Hello to you too, Steven. What does it look like? It’s a pool party. Surely you remember what a party is?”

“Yes, thank you, I know what a party is. I’m also willing to bet that a bunch of people here are under age.”

“What’s your point, pretty boy?” Billy couldn’t help himself, the words slipped out and he could have sworn Steve’s cheeks turned pink but it was hard to tell from behind his aviators. 

A second later, Steve bristled. “What do you mean, what’s my point? And don’t call me that.”

“Steve,” Robin interrupted, her hand landing on Billy’s forearm in warning, because she knew he wouldn’t leave it at that if given half a chance, “I know you went to parties all the time when you were in high school, so you can get off that fucking high horse of yours for a minute and let us enjoy the fact that we made it through senior year.”

“There’s still stories around school about the party the year you graduated, princess,” Billy added, just to see the pink on Steve’s cheeks again, and boy, was it a pretty sight. Totally worth Robin digging her nails into his arms.

Steve Harrington’s name was whispered at school like he was royalty; there wasn’t anything he hadn’t done or got away with. Billy had always taken the rumors he’d heard with a grain of salt but seeing Steve in person, he wanted them all to be true.

Steve glared at them, his lips pressed in a thin line, then he turned around and stalked off. They heard a door slam inside then the roar of an engine. Billy and Robin looked at each other, trying not to laugh, before Billy went back to finish rolling that joint. He lit it and took a long drag, leaning back in his sun lounger.

“So that’s your new brother, Rob?”

“Uh huh, aren’t I lucky?” Robin said, the sarcasm thick in her voice. “So glad he got into U of Illinois and moved to Chicago. He’s a ray of freaking sunshine.”

“He is hot as fuck is what he is,” Billy said, wondering how far down Steve’s blush went.

“He’s also terminally straight, so don’t waste your time, Billy.”

Billy let out a huge sigh. “Why does this keep happening to me? I’m telling you, Rob, I’m cursed!”

Robin cackled, taking the joint off him. “Poor, poor baby.”

[strangerthingsbigbang]

Title: the pull in his chest

Author: @dragonflylady77 Artist: @bottombillyapologist Beta: @spaceofentropy Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, The Party Relationship(s): Harringrove Warnings: Implied/Mentioned Major Character Death (as in, they think Billy is dead, but he is actually in the Upside Down) Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Getting Together, Soulmates, Billy Hargrove is Alive, Wordcount: 13,587 Summary:

Billy didn’t expect to meet his soulmate on his first day at Hawkins High. Not that it mattered, because his soulmate was Steve Harrington and there was no way Neil Hargrove would let Billy anywhere near him. And Steve didn’t expect to become best friends with the new kid in school, when he asked Billy to tutor him so he could pass English and graduate. He sure didn’t expect to miss Billy this much, after he died to save everyone at the battle of Starcourt. Or for demodogs to be back in Hawkins. Or for Max to tell him that Billy was his soulmate and that she was sure he was alive somewhere. Steve sure as hell didn’t expect to head to the Upside Down to rescue his soulmate.

the pull in his chest by dragonflylady77

[shieldofiron]

Steve: I just said I didn't like Purple Rain, lay off ok?

[rockabye-billy]

In which Tommy still enlightens Steve in the shower - but on a different matter. 

+ some realizations later:

[leporinelou]

i love the idea of everyone just assuming billy’s a music snob and that he refuses to listen to anything outside of metal and then realising that that is very much not the case

like that scene with them looking for music in s4 but they’re at steve’s and steve pulls an ABBA tape out or something and everyone turns to look at billy expecting him to say something but he’s like ‘what? ABBA fucks’ and they’re like.. oh

[boffeeceans]

Now let's hope he hides his leftovers better than last time

[antigonenikk]

stranger things s2 writers room and nightmare on elm street 2 writers room both doing the same kind of coke.

[cherryssodapop]

Billy Hargrove One Shot: Your Heartbeat Next to Mine

JA PIERDOLEEEE THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE

angst, angst and ANGSTTTT!!!! sO mUCh TENSION oml ishbdvihbf I promise there's a happy ending. LORD this story was a ride.

female!reader

synopsis: Billy loves you but he doesn't know how to deal with it. His insecurities get the best of him and he abandons you. It's okay though cause you guys work through it. You're a feisty bitch though, you don't let him get away with his behaviour... not entirely at least.

your revenge fit at the party

I got a little carried away...hhahhha okhopeyouenjoy-

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There was something unspoken between you and Billy Hargrove, a tension that seemed to hum in the air whenever you were near him. On the surface, you could call yourselves friends, but even that label felt too simple for whatever this was. The truth was, your connection with Billy defied explanation. Friends don’t make your heart race with a single glance, don’t leave you second-guessing your reflection or whether the shirt you chose might catch their attention. Friends don’t make you obsess over every tiny detail—or purposely choose to test their reaction with a little extra effort.

It was only Billy. Only he could make you so hyperaware of yourself, set your pulse pounding just by standing a little too close. Only he could make you laugh until you couldn’t breathe, sharing moments so raw and real they felt like they belonged to another world. With Billy, you felt safe—your heart felt safe. He was the keeper of your secrets, and you were his. Whatever this was between you, it wasn’t just friendship. It was something deeper, something you couldn’t name but could never ignore.

In turn, Billy made sure you noticed him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He’d wear just enough cologne that its scent lingered in the air when he walked by, flash his brightest smile, his teeth so white they practically gleamed, or feel his pulse spike when your hands accidentally brushed helping you with a book on the library’s top shelf. Naturally, he insisted on grabbing it for you, throwing in a cocky, "Your short ass couldn’t reach far enough," as if his heart wasn’t racing from the simple touch.

It was unnerving. Billy was never uncertain around girls. He always knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and the tone of voice to use to get his way. It was second nature, and it worked like a charm every single time. But with you? God, for the first time in his life, his brain stalled. His mouth would hang open, and he couldn’t string two coherent words together. It terrified him. And when Billy was uncomfortable, when emotions clawed too close to the surface—he did what he always did: avoid.

Avoid, deflect, evade. Put on the mask, walk away. Find a distraction, wait for the feelings to fade. It had always worked. No one got too close, and he didn’t get hurt. Relationships, real connections—those always crumbled before they began because Billy kept everyone at arm’s length. He told himself it was better that way. He’d been alone his entire life, so why should now be any different?

But then there was you. The second he realized he couldn’t stop thinking about you, it unraveled him. What was it about you? Why did you make him feel so exposed? Why did you leave him fumbling, questioning himself, wanting more in a way that scared him half to death? Billy didn’t have the answers, and it drove him mad. You weren’t like anyone else, and that infuriated and captivated him all at once.

The way you were so genuine with him—so kind—it threw Billy off balance. He could tell there was no hidden agenda behind your kindness; it was just who you were. The way you looked at him with those big, curious eyes had a way of softening something inside him that he didn’t even know was there. And you weren’t just kind—you were strong. Fearless, even. You didn’t hesitate to call him out on his bullshit, no matter how bruised his ego got. You’d lay it all out for him, and though he might roll his eyes in the moment, he appreciated it more than he’d ever admit. Someone had to keep him in check, after all.

You were stubborn, too��a little firecracker who wouldn’t listen to him even if your life depended on it. It made him laugh more often than it frustrated him because, inevitably, you’d figure things out for yourself and come back with that guilty look in your eyes. And every time, without fail, he’d hit you with an "I told you so." That was the rhythm of your friendship: equal parts looking out for each other and creating chaos together. It was a kind of energy Billy hadn’t felt since he left California—a carefree, reckless joy that made him feel like a kid again.

Your bold, unapologetic spirit ignited something in him. You were so unapologetically you, and Billy couldn’t help but admire it. He loved that about you. Loved you. Though he wasn’t sure when it started, or how it happened, he knew one thing for sure: you had a way of making him feel alive in a way no one else ever had.

The moment Billy admitted it to himself—that he loved you—he panicked. Abort. Abort immediately. There was no way this was happening. He couldn’t possibly have feelings for someone, let alone the one real friend he’d managed to make in this godforsaken town. He wasn’t about to ruin that by making things weird. And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You were beautiful—too beautiful, really. The kind of beautiful that made his chest ache. He’d seen plenty of pretty girls, but none of them compared to you. From the way your eyes lit up when you were excited, to how your hair framed your face, down to the dimples that appeared when your smile stretched just a little too wide. He was a goner, and he hated it. But the heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t ask for permission.

Reality, of course, had other plans. He knew you were aware of his reputation. How could you not be? He’d been pretty shameless about it, after all. And because of that, he also knew he’d never be enough for you. Not in a million years. Not him—Billy Hargrove, the town’s walking disappointment, his dad’s words forever burned into his mind. He couldn’t give you what you deserved.

But damn, did he wish he could. He wished he could hold you, tuck you close to his chest, and tell you how your eyes sparkled in the sunlight. That you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He clung to that fantasy because it was all he’d ever have.

And that’s why, the day he realized his feelings, he made a decision. He pulled back. Removed himself from your presence. It was easier this way. For you. For him. At least, that’s what he told himself as he let you slip further and further away.

Billy disappeared from your life like a shadow at sunrise, pulling back completely. He began treating you the way he treated the girls he’d hooked up with and discarded, as if you didn’t exist. No glances, no words, not even the faintest nod of acknowledgment. One day, it was as if you were everything, and the next, you were nothing.

You didn’t know why. You tried calling him, catching him between classes, approaching him in the halls, but every time, he brushed past you like you were invisible. It was maddening. You replayed every interaction in your head, trying to pinpoint the moment things went wrong. What had you done to push him away so completely? You hated conflict, especially with him. He was the one person you cared about the most, and now he was gone without a word.

You even worked up the nerve to confront him at his house. Each time, though, Max answered the door with the same confused look and a string of familiar lines.

"He doesn’t want to see you." "I don’t know why either." "He’s been brooding in his room for days." "Yeah, like hell he’ll tell me." "He’s been a bigger dick than usual lately." "Did you guys get into a fight?"

Every time, you’d shake your head and apologize for intruding, only to leave with a heavier heart. It was like trying to climb a wall that only grew higher the harder you tried. His defenses were back up, stronger than ever, shutting you out completely. But why? What had you done to deserve this?

Weeks passed, and the weight of his silence became unbearable. You’d chased answers, dissected every memory, and tried to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. But you were tired. Whether it was something you did or something he was dealing with, it didn’t matter anymore. The message was clear: Billy had made his choice.

If he’d moved on, maybe it was time you did, too.

-

The full moon hung high, its silver light spilling over Hawkins and casting an ethereal glow on the summer night. You couldn’t remember if it was Tina or Carol who threw the party, but it didn’t matter. The music was loud, the liquor warm in your veins, and for once, all the thoughts that usually clouded your mind were blissfully absent. You were having fun—finally letting loose.

At least, you were until your eyes wandered to the crowded dance floor. And there he was. Billy.

Your stomach dropped like a stone. He was the last person you wanted to see tonight, especially now. He was right in the middle of the floor, tangled up with some girl—Vicky or Cindy or Becky, you didn’t care enough to know her name. Grinding, touching, doing all the things he’d been doing with whoever caught his attention these past few weeks since he’d cut you off. A cigarette hung from his lips, and his cheeks were flushed, a telltale sign of the alcohol coursing through him.

It pissed you off. It really pissed you off. But you had to play it cool. It wasn’t like that between you two. It never was, and as Billy had made abundantly clear, it never would be.

Still, just as you were about to look away, his eyes found yours. Your breath caught, and for a moment, it was as if the world around you stilled. His movements came to an abrupt halt, the cigarette slipping from his lips and landing with a hiss against the girl’s skin—what was her name? Fanny? Mandy? She yelped, storming off in a fit, but Billy didn’t even register her.

Instead, his gaze stayed locked on you. His expression was unreadable, his eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite name. And even though every rational part of you screamed to turn away, to break the connection, you couldn’t. Not yet.

Billy looked at you like he wanted to devour you, and honestly, who could blame him? You looked absolutely stunning. The cheetah-print dress hugged every curve of your body just right, showing off your long, toned legs. Your black leather jacket, adorned with studs, added a rebellious edge that was so quintessentially you. You looked like the kind of rock star MTV would kill to feature, exuding confidence and effortless cool.

The black platform boots you wore gave you a few extra inches, adding to your commanding presence, while your makeup accentuated your features to perfection. Your hair, styled in a flawless blowout, framed your face like a masterpiece. Tonight, you were more than just beautiful—you were a living, breathing work of art.

And Billy wasn’t the only one who noticed. Guys had been sneaking glances at you all night, their eyes lingering a little too long. One of them, in particular, caught your attention—and Billy’s. Steve Harrington. The tension between them was practically palpable, and the way Steve’s gaze lingered on you only seemed to make Billy’s grip on his composure slip further.

Your eyes flicked to Steve, who was off to the side dancing, then back to Billy. Back and forth, your gaze darted between the two, until a mischievous grin crept across your face—the kind of grin you wore when you were about to cause trouble. Billy’s jaw tensed, his blue eyes narrowing as if silently begging you, Don’t you dare.

But his expression only fueled your resolve. With zero hesitation, you slipped through the throng of partygoers, weaving your way toward Steve. He turned as you approached, his signature smile already in place. Before he could say a word, you grabbed his hand, a playful spark in your eyes, and tugged him along behind you.

You led him straight back to where you’d been standing, making sure Billy had the perfect view. If he could play his games, so could you. If he thought he could act like you didn’t matter, well, it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. Let him watch. Let him feel it. Because tonight, you weren’t playing by his rules anymore.

“Y/n! You look amazing! Having a good time tonight?” Steve called out over the thumping bass, his grin as easy as ever.

You returned the smile, but there was a hint of something sharper in it—something you’d picked up from Billy. The kind of smile he wore when he wanted to make someone squirm. You didn’t have to look to know he was watching; you could feel the heat of his stare from across the room. Billy Hargrove wasn’t subtle, not when it came to you.

But tonight wasn’t about subtlety. He needed to feel the same ache clawing at you, the same frustration. Otherwise, the knot in your chest wouldn’t unravel.

“Sure am,” you said, stepping closer to Steve, your voice dropping just enough to make it linger. “Looking pretty good yourself, Harrington. Mind if I take a closer look?”

Your hands slid around his neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The music shifted, Samantha Fox’s "Touch Me" pumping through the speakers like a soundtrack crafted for your little game.

Steve didn’t hesitate, his hands finding your waist as your hips swayed in time with the beat. The air thickened around you, the crowd blurring into the background. You knew Billy was watching every second, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You and Steve were close. Too close. Uncomfortably close for Billy’s liking. His jaw tightened, fists flexing at his sides as he watched from across the room. The sight of you with your arms around Harrington made his blood boil.

His left foot twitched forward, instinct begging him to storm over and put an end to whatever game you were playing. But he stopped himself, freezing mid-step. He couldn’t make a scene—not here, not now, not with so many eyes watching. Instead, he stayed rooted in place, his icy blue gaze locked on you.

Alright, pretty girl. You wanted to play the long game? Fine. Billy could play it, too. Patience wasn’t his strong suit, but when the moment called for it, he could summon enough to keep his cool.

You were a brat sometimes, no doubt about it. It infuriated him, sure, but it also thrilled him in ways he didn’t like to admit. He lived for the challenge of putting you in your place, and tonight? Tonight, you were practically begging for it.

Billy smirked, leaning back against the wall with feigned ease. His time would come. And when it did, he’d make sure you remembered exactly who you were dealing with.

As you danced with Steve, your eyes darted to Billy. His gaze was sharp as a blade, cutting through the crowd to you and your intoxicated partner. The intensity in his stare sent a thrill through you—your plan was working.

Deciding to push things further, you tilted Steve’s head back, giving yourself better access to his neck. His hands roamed boldly, brushing over your lower back and grazing your ass. You ignored it, too focused on the next move. Your lips found his neck, and you began sucking, leaving a mark that would be impossible to miss. Steve let out a low hum, his eyes fluttering shut as you worked the patch of skin into a deep purple bruise.

When you were satisfied, Steve leaned in for your lips, but you teasingly caught his lower lip between your teeth, tugging just enough to leave him wanting more. The song ended, the crowd's energy fading as the music shifted to something slower.

Breathless, you locked eyes with Steve, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. But when you glanced back to where Billy had been standing, he was gone.

A flicker of worry danced in your chest. Was he off doing something reckless, or had your plan fallen flat? Either way, you kept your composure, releasing Steve with a parting wink.

“That was fun,” you said, flashing a coy smile. “Catch you later.”

As you walked off, weaving through the crowd, you headed toward the hallway to freshen up. The muffled music faded behind you as you found yourself surrounded by doors, each leading who knew where.

The bathroom had to be close, you thought, glancing at the nondescript doorframes. Before you could decide which to try, a door to your right swung open, and a strong hand grabbed your arm. You barely had time to react before you were yanked inside, the door slamming shut behind you.

Billy.

His grip on your arm was firm, his chest heaving slightly as he leaned in, one hand pinning the door behind you. His intense, angry eyes bored into yours, and the heat of his fury practically crackled in the air.

Your heart raced, but not from fear. His jealousy, the sheer possessiveness in his gaze—it sent a rush through you.

The room was small, a bathroom with a sink to your left and a shower tucked behind it. The dim light from the mirror reflected off Billy’s sharp features, highlighting the tension in his jaw.

It was safe to say your plan had worked. He was pissed. Jealous. And if you were being honest, it thrilled you more than it should have.

“You think you’re real cute pulling that little stunt back there, huh?” Billy’s voice was low, trembling with barely restrained emotion. He tried to sound angry, but his vulnerability bled through. Seeing you with someone else shouldn’t bother him—you weren’t his anymore. Hell, you were never his to begin with. But it hit a nerve he couldn’t ignore.

“Wow, Hargrove. Can’t handle me playing your game—and doing it better too?” you snapped, venom lacing your voice. It was the first time you’d spoken in months, and you weren’t about to hold back. Why should you spare his feelings when he’d done nothing but trample yours?

He released your arm, stepping back, visibly startled by the way you used his last name. “I didn’t realize we were on a last-name basis, Y/L/N.”

“I didn’t realize we were on any basis at all,” you shot back, your voice sharp and unforgiving.

“Three months, Billy. Three fucking months you don't talk to me. You just cut me off, treating me like I’m nothing, like everything we went through together, all the memories we made, meant absolute jack shit to you. And on top of that, you made me feel like I was the one who messed up! Like I did something wrong, and I wasn’t even given the chance to understand, let alone fix it! And now, here you are, locking me in a room and acting like some jealous boyfriend of mine because I was dancing with Steve Harrington!?”

“You did a whole lot more than dance with him,” he snarled, the jealousy in his tone unmistakable.

“Oh, and like you were doing anything less with what’s-her-face—Candy?” Tears blurred your vision as you spat the words. Couldn’t he see? Couldn’t he understand how heartbroken you were? That Steve was just a distraction, not the reason for your pain?

“That’s not her name,” he muttered, his voice softening. He quickly realized that his whole plan to get back at you for earlier was falling apart—of course it was, because there was one huge issue between you two: Billy had cut you off without explanation, and you weren’t going to just let that go.

“Oh, so you even remember her name? Great. Well, why don’t you go cry on her shoulder, then?” You turned to leave, reaching for the door, but Billy slammed it shut and spun you back to face him.

“Y/n, you don’t understand. It’s not like that!” he exclaimed, desperation clear in his voice.

Your eyes narrowed, your tear-streaked face a mixture of anger and disbelief. “Are you serious right now?” you thought to yourself. Your voice was trembling as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Well, since you’re not letting me out of this bathroom anytime soon,” you said, “why don’t you go ahead and explain? I’m all ears.” You hoisted yourself onto the sink counter, crossing your arms and legs, daring him to speak.

Billy stood frozen, his head lowered like a guilty child caught red-handed. His hands fidgeted at his sides, and he avoided your gaze. Only you could unravel him like this, turn the usually unshakable Billy into a nervous wreck.

“Well?” you pressed, your patience wearing thin. “Say something!”

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he finally admitted, his voice quiet. “Especially looking so… well, so you.” His gaze flicked over you, lingering just a moment too long. Even in the middle of this heated exchange, he couldn’t help but think you looked stunning.

You rolled your eyes at the attempted compliment, though a small part of you, deep down, appreciated it. “Don’t think flattery is going to get you out of this.”

“I know it won’t,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “Just… listen, okay? I know I screwed up. Big time. But I—well, you—”

“What? I what, Billy? Why did you leave me?” you demanded, your voice breaking.

“Because I love you!” The words burst out of him before he could stop them.

The room fell silent. You stared at him, stunned, your heart pounding in your chest. Did he really just say that?

“…There, I said it. I love you, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you this whole time,” he continued, his voice shaking now. “And I know we were just friends, and I’ll admit it, that friendship meant the world to me. But…”

“So instead of talking to me,” you said, stepping off the counter and closing the distance between you, “you just disappeared. You love me, but you choose to fuck around with other women?”

“Because that’s all I’m good for, right?” Billy’s voice cracked, his frustration giving way to despair. “That’s all I’ve ever been good for. You know me, Y/n. You know how I am. I figured… I figured I’d ruin everything if I told you. And I thought… I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

It was heartbreaking to hear, but the weight of his words didn’t surprise you. Billy’s bravado, his sharp tongue, and his cocky smirk—they were all carefully constructed armor, shielding the deep scars his father had left behind. You knew enough about Neil Hargrove to understand that Billy had spent years being told he wasn’t good enough, couldn’t do anything right, would never amount to anything. The man’s words and fists had conditioned Billy to believe he didn’t deserve good things, that his role in life was to destroy or be destroyed.

This wasn’t just about you. It was about years of internalized shame and self-doubt, ingrained in him by a father who had never let him feel worthy of love. To Billy, losing you wasn’t just a fear—it was a foregone conclusion, another thing to fail at, another thing to ruin. So he’d done what he thought was inevitable: he pushed you away before you could leave him first.

You felt your heart ache for him. For the boy who had tried so hard to outrun the shadow of his father’s voice, only to let it guide his every move. And now, standing in front of you, his walls crumbling, he wasn’t the cocky, confident Billy Hargrove the world saw. He was just a boy desperate to be loved but terrified he didn’t deserve it.

Tears filled your eyes again as you cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. He leaned into your touch, exhaling shakily, like he’d been holding his breath for months.

“Oh, Billy,” you whispered, your heart softened at his words. All the anger melted away as you pieced it together.. “You ran away because you thought I couldn’t love you back?”

He nodded, too ashamed to meet your eyes. “I know. It’s stupid—”

“You’re not stupid,” you interrupted, your tone firm but kind. Wiping a tear from his cheek. “But you’re a damned fool, Billy Hargrove. And you couldn’t be more wrong.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, hope flickering in their depths.

“What are you—”

"I'm saying I love you too, idiot," you manage to say through your tears, a smile breaking through as Billy mirrors your expression. The two of you let out a small, breathless laugh, the absurdity of the moment sinking in. One simple conversation could have avoided all of this—weeks, maybe months, of tension and missteps. But then again, nothing about the way you two loved each other had ever been simple.

"This whole time?" he asked softly, his voice carrying the weight of regret and longing.

You nodded, your heart swelling and breaking all at once. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, then pulled you into a hug so tight you could feel the unspoken ache in him. This was what he had wanted, what he had dreamed of, and yet he couldn’t help but wish it had come under different circumstances.

When he pulled back, his hands stayed on your shoulders as he searched your eyes, now lit with a fragile hope. His fingers traced the line of your chin as he leaned in, his lips hovering close to yours. But just before he closed the distance, your hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him.

"But it doesn’t change the fact that you broke my heart and put me through hell..." you said quietly, your words cutting through the fragile moment. The light in his eyes faltered, dimming into something more pained and uncertain. Of course, it wasn’t going to be easy—nothing with you two ever was. He stepped back slightly, his hands falling away.

"I know," he said, his voice raw. "And you have no idea how sorry I am, sweetheart. I pushed you away. I messed it all up. And in the process, I lost you."

You nodded, the weight of his admission heavy between you. A part of you wanted to forgive him immediately. You wanted to let the warmth of his arms and the tenderness in his eyes convince you that it would all be okay. But fear lingered—fear of being hurt again, of rebuilding something so fragile.

"You did lose me," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I did," he said, his tone unwavering. Then his eyes lifted to meet yours, filled with a quiet determination. "Losing you meant losing everything. But you know what? That just means I’ve got nothing left to lose now."

Before you could process his words, his lips crashed into yours, desperate and unyielding. It wasn’t careful or perfect—it was messy, raw, and filled with everything he’d been holding back. And for once, you didn’t stop him.

Your arms wrapped around him, tight and possessive, like a cobra coiling around its prey. Pulling him closer as your lips met in a searing kiss. It was urgent, almost frantic, like neither of you could get enough of each other. His hands found your waist, pulling you in tighter, as if he wanted to lose himself in the feeling of you against him. Your heart raced, a mix of desire and something deeper, something tangled with the emotions you couldn't quite untangle yet.

The kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours in perfect sync, as if you had done this a thousand times. His tongue traced the line of your lips, asking for permission that you gladly gave, and soon you both were lost in the heat of it. You could feel his breath coming faster, his body pressing into yours, and you responded just as eagerly, matching his pace. The kiss was messy, desperate, a blend of passion and pent-up frustration, the kind that had been building between you for far too long.

His hands slid to your back, pulling you even closer, his fingers digging into your skin as you kissed him harder, deeper. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, the kiss now less about exploring and more about releasing the tension that had been between you both for far too long. You could taste the remnants of alcohol on his lips, the heat of his breath mixing with yours as your bodies swayed together in sync.

When you both finally pulled away, breathless, your chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath, Billy leaned his forehead against yours, his fingers gently cupping your cheeks, still trembling from the intensity of the kiss. His lips brushed against yours one last time in a soft, lingering kiss that held more than words ever could.

“Baby girl,” his voice was husky, still thick with emotion, “I know things are messed up right now, but if you’ll let me, I promise I’ll fix it. I mean it.”

You took a deep breath, eyes meeting his with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Look, how about we meet up tomorrow and talk? As a start… yeah?"

He smiled, his lips still tingling from the kiss. “Deal. But what do you say I take you home tonight?”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth that had been missing for so long. “Sure, take me home, Billy.”

[lovebillyhargrove]

Billy would be so useless discussing the Upside Down agenda. He'd be watching Steve Harrington's lips and like zone out completely.

- So, are you on board with this plan, Hargrove?

- Uhm, what?

*insert gif with a talking Steve Harrington

[jaegerisim]

BYLER X HARRY POTTER AU

aka, El spreading the “not all Slytherins are bad and not a Gryffindors are good’’ agenda bc she is totally not biased. I am totally biased bc Slytherin is my house and I’m a Slytherin through and through

My goal is to make this sooo gay and popular that it reaches JK Rowling and burns her mind and eyes.

Each chapter (post) will represent a year, so there’ll be 7 posts

If this ooc, I’m sorry. 🥲 I’m bad at Mike POVs and Will is gonna be pretty “evil” during some chapters but you’ll see why

Mostly Mike POVs, might have one year that’s a Will POV

Headmaster: Martin Brenner

GRYFFINDORS:

Head of House: Jim Hopper (Defense Against The Dark Arts and Quidditch)

Head Boy and Prefect: Steve Harrington

Head Girl and Prefect: Nancy Wheeler

Students: Mike Wheeler and Lucas Sinclair

SLYTHERINS:

Head of House: Henry Creel (Potions)

Head Boy and Prefect: Billy Hargrove

Head Girl and Prefect: Robin Buckley

Students: Will Byers and Max Mayfield

HUFFLEPUFFS:

Head of House: Joyce Byers (Transfigurations)

Head Boy and Prefect: Jonathan Byers

Head Girl and Prefect: Chrissy Cunningham

Students: El Hopper

RAVENCLAWS:

Head of House: Murray Bauman (Divination)

Head Boy and Prefect: Fred Benson

Head Girl and Prefect: Barb Holland

Students: Dustin Henderson

OTHER PROFFESORS:

Dmitri Antonov (Charms)

Argyle (Herbology)

Romantic Relationships:

Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair

El Hopper/Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington/Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Platonic Relationships:

Will Byers & Max Mayfield & Robin Buckley

Mike Wheeler & El Hopper

Mike Wheeler & Lucas Sinclair & Dustin Henderson

Mike Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler

El Hopper & Max Mayfield

1st Year

2nd Year

3rd year

4th Year

5th Year

6th Year

7th Year

[thatharringrovehoe]

back in the day I followed you for billy hargrove and now you're getting onto the feydpaul agenda. I cheered

I'm seeing this so late but whoever you are please know that those little freaks live in my head rent free 24/7

[dragonflylady77]

twenty years and change

This is the fic I wrote for the Harringrove Corner Winter Event

🔥 Fire & Ice ❄️

Fire: campfire, lights, candles, matches

Ice: snow, blizzard, skating, ice cream

Rating: M | 3644 words | second chance, steve chest hair agenda, matchmaking max

This fic is a gift for @callieb, who is a sweetie and did sprints with me when I was on the last stretch and struggling, for @whenyouwishuponastar7 who created HGC and @shieldofiron who secretly loves fluff so I keep writing it for her.

Summary:

Billy loved his sister, so when Max had begged him to sort out Susan’s old house in Hawkins to get it ready to sell, he’d found it hard to refuse. Max was heavily pregnant with her third child and not allowed to fly, and Susan had finally made the move to California to be closer to her grandchildren. What he hadn’t anticipated was the announcement of a once-in-a-hundred-year blizzard making a direct beeline for their corner of the state, then bumping into his high school crush in the lobby of the hotel where he was staying.

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The universe had to be taking the piss. There was no way around it. For some reason, the fates had decided that nothing good would ever happen to Billy in Indiana. 

The town of Hawkins had given him the heebie jeebies from the moment he’d been dragged here by his asshole of a father as a teenager. He’d put his head down and made it through high school, before working his ass off at the local pool the summer after graduation. He had escaped in a cloud of dust at the beginning of fall, a full ride scholarship at UC San Diego in his back pocket.

Now he was back, twenty years and change later, and the goosebumps weren’t only because of the sub-zero temperatures. There was something wrong with this town, Billy knew it in his gut, in no part because there was snow everywhere. Billy hated snow. He likes his water liquid, preferably salty and full of waves. 

However, Billy loved his sister, so when Max had begged him to sort out Susan’s old house in Hawkins to get it ready to sell, he’d found it hard to refuse. Max was heavily pregnant with her third child and not allowed to fly, and Susan had finally made the move to California to be closer to her grandchildren.

Billy’s classes had been moved online for the next three weeks, his assistant covering his office hours while his TA would handle the grading until he was back. He’d discussed the upcoming workload with Elaine and was satisfied she was more than capable to fill in for the duration.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the announcement of a once-in-a-hundred-year blizzard making a direct beeline for their corner of the state, then bumping into his high school crush in the lobby of the hotel where he was staying.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Billy felt his cheeks heat up and he was glad to still be wearing the massive scarf knitted by Max, as it hid most of his face. He dropped his bag at his feet and allowed himself one sweeping glance at the man who had visited his dreams more often than not when they were teenagers, while he pulled off his woolly hat to give his hands something to do.

Steve freaking Harrington, former King of Hawkins High. His brown hair had lost none of its volume, but gained some silver strands on the side, which suited him. The guy had no right looking this good this close to forty, especially wearing Hawkins Inn’s maroon blazer.

“Hargrove? Billy Hargrove? What…?” Harrington recovered quickly, his eyes going from Billy to his computer screen then back to Billy. “Do you, um, do you have a reservation? I can’t see your name on the list and we’re fully booked, what with that blizzard grounding all the planes up in Indy.”

“Oh, um, maybe look under Sinclair? Max made the booking,” Billy answered with a sigh as he shoved his hat into the pocket of his parka. 

“Right, okay, Sinclair. Yep. here you are.” Harrington put down the key card, smiling at Billy. “You’re in room 29, on the second floor. The lifts are over behind you. There’s a heated pool on the ground floor, next to the gym. They are open round the clock, should you need either at any point. Complimentary towels at reception. The restaurant is open for breakfast from seven in the morning until around ten thirty.”

“Thank you, Steve. Oh, what about dinner?”

“Di-dinner?”

Why did he have to make it sound like he was asking the guy out? Well done, Hargrove. Jesus.

“Yes, what time does the restaurant open? Or is there a bar I can get something to eat at? I’m famished.”

“Oh, right. Um, the main restaurant opens for dinner at five but the bar is open now. They will have a selection of snacks.”

“Okay, thanks, man. I’ll catch you later.”

Billy grabbed his bag and with one last glance at Harrington, he headed for the lift. He could have sworn that Harrington said ‘nice to see you’ but that had to be wishful thinking.

***

After a shower, a cold beer and decent meal at the quaint hotel restaurant, Billy was lounging on his bed when his phone pinged with a video call from Max.

“Hey.”

“Sooooo…”

“What?”

“You got anything to say for yourself?”

“About what?”

“Like that, is it? Okay. How’s Steve?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, come on. I wish I could have seen your face when you saw him.”

“You think you’re funny, Maxine, but you’re really not.”

“Don’t get stroppy with me, William. We stayed at the hotel with the kids when we were over last Christmas and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Steve at the desk.”

“Why? Cos you didn’t think he’d move on from working at that stupid ice cream shop or wherever he worked after the fire at the mall?”

“No, you big jerk, because last I’d heard, through Dustin—”

“Which one is that again? Curly hair, who works at NASA?”

“Yeah, him. Anyway, he said Steve had moved to Chicago with his best friend Robin.”

“Robin? Robin Buckley?”

“Um, yeah, I think so? Why? Do you know her?”

“Band geek. Told the sickest ghost story around the campfire when we went to the lake senior year. Had a massive crush on Hank that summer. Always wondered if anything happened between them.”

“Maybe that’s because you fucked off back to Cali without saying goodbye to anyone, not even your sister,” Max said, glaring at him. Her clipped tone made Billy groan.

“Oh my fucking God, shitbird, give it a rest. It was twenty years ago and I have apologized to you a million fucking times already.” 

They heard a door slam and footsteps coming closer quickly.

“Mama, we’re home! You’ll never guess what happened, oh hi Uncle Billy!” 

“Hey, Lennox.” Under Billy’s amused eye, Lennox snatched the phone from Max, who rolled her eyes. The nine year old then took Billy down the hallway to his room. Billy saw Max in the background, being handed her three-year-old daughter by her mother. He redirected his attention to Lennox. 

“What have you been up to? How’s my favorite nephew?”

Lennox cackled as he flopped on his bed. “Pfft, you’re silly, I’m your only nephew.” He peered into the screen, then his gaze found Billy again. “Where are you? This is not your house.”

“It isn’t?” Billy looked around, pretending to be surprised to see the bland walls and the non-descript painting in a gaudy frame.

“Extreme lack of books, my dear Watson.”

“You got me there, Mr. Holmes. I’m in Indiana. Your mom asked me to sort out your Gran’s house so she can sell it.”

“Oh, okay. Is it cold? It was freezing when we went last year.”

“Oh yeah. There’s snow everywhere, man. I hate it.”

“How long are you going to be there?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“Are you in a hotel? We stayed in a hotel. It had a pool.”

“You know, I am. Same one but I haven’t checked out the pool yet.”

Lennox grinned. “Oh, you have to go! There’s a water slide that’s a dragon and you come out of its mouth, and a pirate ship you can jump from, and Willa stayed in the baby pool but I went in the water slide.”

“Sounds fun.”

Max walked in the room and came to stand at the foot of the bed. Billy waved at her.

“Lennox, sweetie, I need my phone back and you need to go have your shower.”

“But, Mooooooom…”

“Lennox,” Billy said before Max could interrupt her son’s whining, “you be good for your Mom, and I’ll go see if that pool you were telling me about is really that awesome.”

Lennox let out the most put upon sigh. “Fine. Bye, Uncle Billy.”

“Bye, buddy. I’ll be home for Christmas, I promise.”

***

Billy stretched out in the water, staring at the foam sea creatures decorating the ceiling and absently noticing the lack of sharks. He needed to remember to text Max later, so she could tell Lennox he was right, and the pool really was that awesome.

Not that Billy had tried the waterslide or the pirate ship, instead, he’d made full use of the empty pool to swim lengths. He’d lost track of time, the familiar feeling of his body slicing the water as he went back and forth between the two ends of the pool helping him forget about the snow and the stress of being back in Indiana.

His arms and legs hurt in the good way that meant he’d pushed himself, more than he’d had the chance to recently. A noise by the pool chairs to his left caused him to straighten up. He put both feet on the bottom of the pool and turned to see who had interrupted his daydreaming.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was still there this late… Billy?”

Steve’s surprise was evident in his tone and if Billy chose to take it in a positive way, that was between him and his dirty pornographic dreams featuring Steve Harrington that still plagued him to this day. More ‘the one you never had a chance with’ than ‘the one that got away’ but there wasn’t much Billy could do about the direction of his thoughts when he was asleep.

“Steve. Hi. Sorry, I’ll, um, I’ll get out of your way.” Billy didn’t let himself look for too long, didn’t want to be caught staring at how well Steve filled that white t-shirt or—nope, not looking at the swim shorts. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to leave. I just finished my shift and it’s been a long day. I was gonna soak in the hot tub for a bit before I head home.” Steve pointed towards an area next to the pirate ship that clearly signposted, an innocuous door hiding behind the fake palm trees.

“Huh. Lennox didn’t say anything about a hot tub.”

Steve smiled. “Your nephew, right?”

Billy nodded. 

“He probably doesn’t know it’s there, to be fair. Access is forbidden to anyone under the age of eighteen,” Steve continued, walking slowly towards the greenery, and Billy automatically followed in the water. 

“Do you, um, do you wanna join me?” Steve asked, his cheeks turning pinker under the harsh neon lighting.

Billy wondered if he had stepped through some portal to another dimension. One where Steve Harrington was not entirely straight and kinda totally into him. He didn’t remember hitting his head though.

“Sure.” The word was out of his mouth before he even realized he’d said it. It was his turn to blush and, to hide that fact, he hoisted himself out of the pool. He threw his goggles on the nearby chair with his clothes and did a couple of shoulder stretches. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him the entire time, almost like a caress, and forced himself not to react. 

Once he was done, Billy picked up his towel and dried his face before smiling at Steve. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Old swimming injury. Need to stretch or I won’t be able to move tomorrow.”

“Oh, wow, um, yeah, no problem. Can’t have that.” Steve glanced down then back at Billy. “I can carry your stuff, if you want, since I’m dry. It’s late, and there’s not really anyone around, but I wouldn’t want another staff member taking your things to lost property, thinking they’ve been left behind.”

“Right. Yes, good point. Thank you.” Billy stood there, holding his towel in front of him while Steve gathered his shirt, goggles and room key. The evening had unexpectedly taken a turn for the better and he’d hate himself for not making the most of this opportunity.

“Do you swim?” he asked Steve when they started walking and a flash of something foul tasting appeared on Steve’s face, only for a second, before Steve gathered himself.

“No, not anymore.” Steve opened the door and Billy followed him inside, wondering what could possibly have made Steve stop swimming. 

After closing the door, Steve placed Billy’s belongings on a bench that ran along two of the walls. He turned towards Billy. “I used to, I mean, I was swim captain back in high school, and a lifeguard over summer too. But I haven’t in years… not since that girl died in my parents’ pool in senior year.”

“Jesus.” Billy fought with the urge to wrap Steve in his arms and kiss the sadness away by putting his towel on the hook on the wall. Steve’s towel joined Billy’s a second later then Steve took off his t-shirt and Billy blue-screened.

“Holy fuck…”

“What?” Steve looked behind him then around the room before his eyes landed on Billy again. 

“You might want to warn a guy next time, pretty boy, before you unleash… that.” Billy waved his hand in the general direction of Steve’s chest.

“Oh, that.” Steve blushed and Billy followed the pinkish hue on Steve's cheeks with his eyes, down Steve’s neck, until it got lost in the wiry dark hair covering Steve’s chest. “I, uh, I waxed my chest in high school because of the swimming. Didn’t see the point anymore after.”

“Thank fuck for that.” Billy cleared his throat, his face heating up from the embarrassment of having said something that should most definitely have remained unsaid. “Sorry, I should not have said that.” He winced and stepped to the side, facing away from Steve. “I’ll just…”

“If the end of that sentence is anything other than ‘lock the door and join you in the hot tub’, I’m afraid I don’t want to hear it.”

“What?” What the fuck was even happening right now? Billy didn’t have a clue.

“Billy, get the fuck in the water.”

Doing what Steve said—because who was he to question an order given to him in such a confident way by the prettiest boy he had ever seen in his life?—Billy stepped into the hot tub. He lowered himself on the lounge seat, leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. 

He heard the click of the lock on the door then the water hit his chest in little waves when Steve got in, but Steve didn’t sit on the other side of the tub like Billy had expected him to. Instead, Steve waded across until his knees bumped into Billy’s.

“Can you please open your eyes?” Steve whispered over the whirr of the water pump and Billy complied, taking a moment to really look at Steve. 

The thick head of hair he wanted to bury his hands in. The big brown eyes that seemed to see through him. The little moles on Steve’s cheek Billy wanted to trace with the tip of his finger. The plump lips Billy had dreamed about kissing so many times…

Billy’s visual exploration was cut short when Steve suddenly straddled him, one knee on either side of Billy’s thighs, arms wrapping around Billy’s neck. Billy’s hands found Steve’s hips on instinct, holding him in place before he got too close to Billy’s crotch.  

His dick, however, decided that it was on board with this most recent development, and Billy mentally thanked his lucky stars for the extra buoyancy the bubbly water afforded him. 

“Pretty boy…” He was dreaming. That had to be it. He was fast asleep in bed in his hotel room right now, imagining Steve Harrington was sitting on his lap.

“Stop overthinking and kiss me already,” Steve murmured, his mouth so close now that Billy felt Steve’s breath on his lips.

So Billy did. 

He pressed his lips against Steve’s, enjoying the way Steve leaned into it. Kissing Steve was quickly rising to the top of Billy’s favorite things to do, especially when Steve reduced the distance between them to nothing.

Feeling Steve’s coarse chest hair brush against his nipples made Billy groan. 

Steve licking into his mouth made Billy tighten his fingers on Steve’s waist. 

Steve’s hard cock brushing against his made Billy see stars.

***

Deciding they were too old and too tired to deal with the mess and ensuing clean up that would be necessary if they stayed in the hot tub any longer, they relocated to Billy’s room. They made out in the shower, while they exchanged lazy handjobs because floor tiles were definitely too uncomfortable on the knees.

They dried themselves quickly with fluffy towels they left in a pile on the bathroom floor and got into bed, where Billy took Steve apart with his fingers and his mouth. They fell asleep wrapped around each other in the middle of the king size mattress. 

Steve called in sick and Billy ordered them room service for breakfast. They spent the day in bed, talking and kissing and fucking. Billy told Steve about Neil and growing up feeling like he was made wrong, until he got back to Cali and found his people. Steve told Billy all about the Upside Down, and how keeping such things a secret meant he had closed himself off to everyone. Billy felt vindicated for thinking there was something wrong with Hawkins all along. 

As they lay in bed spooning, watching the shadows grow longer as the sun disappeared behind the trees, one arm around Steve while he dozed, Billy came to a decision. He had to act on it, before he talked himself out of it. This thing with Steve felt too good, too real, to let go of once he was done with Susan’s house.

“Stevie?”

“Hmm?” came the sleepy reply.

“Come with me.”

“Where?” Steve turned around in Billy’s arms, eyes closed, and pressed a kiss on the side of his neck. “If I have to get dressed, I don’t wanna go.”

Billy let out a chuckle. “I don’t think they’ll let you on the plane if you’re naked, baby.”

“Plane? What plane?” Steve lifted his head and stared at Billy, eyes wide.

Billy rolled onto his back, pulling Steve on top of him. He cupped Steve’s face with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around Steve’s waist. “Pretty boy, I’ve wanted you for so long…” Billy stopped, unsure how to continue.

Steve pressed a hand over Billy’s heart. “Tell me.”

“I know I was a shit show in high school. I was so angry all the time, and I didn’t know how to deal with how I felt about anything, but especially about you. Not that I thought I’d ever have a chance to have you.”

“Hoo boy, you sure got that one wrong.” Steve grinned, giving Billy a quick kiss on the lips.

“Shut up. If I had put the moves on you twenty years ago, you would have shot me down so fast, and probably told the whole school I was a queer. Then my dad would have either killed me or sent me to military school, and neither of us would be in this bed right now.”

“Fair point.”

“Anyway, what I was trying to say was, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I’ve had you, I don't think I can give you up.”

“Billy…” Steve looked away, moving his face out of Billy’s hand.

Billy felt his heart squeeze at the sad expression on Steve’s face. His resolve to get Steve out of Hawkins hardened. “No. Don’t give me that bullshit about the gate and the monsters. You said it yourself, that girl, Jane, Eleven, whatever, she closed the gate. She moved to California with the Chief and Mrs. Byers. All your kids are gone. Not that they’re kids anymore, Stevie. My sister is pregnant with her third child, for fuck’s sake. What’s keeping you here, really? Don’t you want to get away from the memories? Finally break the hold this shit town has on you?”

“I tried. I moved to Chicago with Robin. It… it didn’t work.”

“What happened in Chicago?”

Steve sighed and rolled off Billy. “Robin got a girlfriend, moved in with her. I couldn’t afford the rent by myself so I came home. Got this job. Stayed on.”

“Baby…” Billy picked up Steve’s hand but otherwise he stayed where he was, facing Steve. He kissed Steve’s knuckles, one after the other. “Going by the last twenty-something hours, I think we could have something great. But it’s not gonna happen here because this town sucks the hope and happiness out of everyone. I won’t tell you I love you because I don’t wanna scare you off but—”

“You… you love me?”

Hearing Steve repeat the words back to him made Billy realize what he had let slip. Might as well go for broke at this point.

“Yeah. I do. I love you. So if you don’t want this, don’t want me , you need to tell me now, before I make an even bigger ass out of myself than I already have, and we can forget this conversation ever happened.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” Had Billy really been reading the situation so completely wrong? Was Steve saying he wanted to forget the whole thing? Billy was so confused he didn’t react when Steve pulled him over so he was lying on top. Only when he felt Steve’s hands on his thighs did he shake off the daze. He looked down at Steve. “Pretty boy?”

“I love you. I’ve been dreaming about being with you for the past twenty years and I’m sick of dreaming. I want to live instead.”

Billy felt like his grin was going to split his face in two. Like he could explode from the pure joy coursing through his body.

“And Billy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Get me the fuck out of Hawkins.”

[theshippirate22]

independence day au where dustin graduated from MIT and knows a lot about a lot but works as a cable repair man for a radio station and spends a lot of time with his mom. one day he shows up to work and everyone’s freaking out because the line is totally messed up, something is hogging all the radio space

cut to dustin’s ex-wife, El (henderhop agenda, yes) she’s President Robin Buckley’s right hand man woman and they’re trying to figure out what to do about this phenomenon (and try to convince Robin’s wife, Chrissy, to get on a plane and get out of LA). It’s quickly established that whatever is in those things surrounding earth are very much aliens.

Dustin calls El up and tells her something is very wrong, that the signal is actually a countdown. Claudia comes with him because he doesn’t want to let her out of his sight, and he and Robin get to work on finding a solution from Air Force One

meanwhile, there’s a pilot called Billy Hargrove- infamous alcoholic- who’s supposed to be in charge of his sister Max, and they take their RV out towards the base where the presidential troupe is (Area 51, actually) to offer his piloting skills.

now, in Indiana, one Steve Harrington, a marine on holiday leave who lives with his boyfriend and his son (Steve’s about ready to make him his son and make Eddie his husband) gets called up by his friend Nancy, who says they should meet at the base for whatever this is because they’ll probably be needed. Steve tells Eddie to meet him at the base because it’ll all be over soon and they can still do the fourth of july stuff they were planning

then independence day stuff follows, where dustin and el get back together, steve and eddie get married, nancy gets killed (whoops sorry), dustin and steve have to infiltrate the mothership, billy sacrifices himself (muahaha get got) and everything goes on.

(except the first lady doesn’t die because i hate that part and i cry every single time without fail because bill pullman is such a good actor)

[shieldofiron]

Do you also happen to have thought a sour Big!Billy that’s a little chunky and v-hairy? Them shits be plaguing my mind all day 🥹

Listen Hot, Fat, Big Bear Billy is always in my mind, never far from me. @intothedysphoria it's big bear Billy sweet otter Steve time BTW.

Steve seeing this guy at the club, staring at the V of his entirely unbuttoned shirt. He knew what he was doing, showing off a chest full of thick curly light brown hair. And that body. Steve didn't have enough blood for both sides of his body with guys like that around.

He's so honestly distracted by the guy's body that it takes him forever to look at his face and realize that's Billy Fucking Hargrove he's been lusting over.

Billy Hargrove... who in high school used to rub his chest against Steve's back, and stand next to him in the locker room showers. As if Steve's spank bank wasn't already full of Billy Hargrove already.

And he freezes up, so much that Robin shoves her elbow against his ribs, because it's Saturday night at a fucking gay club, and you can hardly hear yourself think. Steve has been a shit bartender for the past half hour because he's been imagining the guy taking him to the back alley and holding Steve against the brick wall with those big strong arms.

"Steve! Earth to Steve!" Robin nudges him again, "I'm so fucking serious dude, look alive."

"Yeah, Harrington," The voice rumbles across the bar, somehow sounding as smooth and silky. "Look alive."

Steve turns, his eyes unfortunately straying to the medallion hanging down across Billy's massive chest. He's leaning into the bar, curls sparkling in the lights, and his fucking tongue is out. Again.

"Ha-Hey... Hargrove," Steve nodded, "What can I get you?"

Billy's eyes slide all over Steve like hot butter and it takes everything in him not to fidget. What's up? God, he's so embarrassing. No compulsory heterosexuality to hide behind here. His T-shirt says, "Bitch Starts with Bi," for fuck's sake.

He runs his hands through his hair.

Billy smiles, slow and smooth, and Steve can feel it below the belt, just like in high school. God.

"Two coronas," Billy said simply, nodding to the dance floor, where a tall guy with bronze skin and the most beautiful long black hair Steve had ever seen is dancing like a maniac. Because of fucking course. Of course Billy wouldn't walk around looking so delicious without having a date.

"You got it," Steve stammered.

"Oh yeah. And your number," Billy's tongue swept out over his lower lip.

It was Saturday night at the gay club. And Steve's "You Rule" column finally had one mark, put on by one Billy Hargrove himself after Robin leapt across the bar to supply Steve's number for him.

[stobinesque]

hiiiiiiii I’m here to further the Jeff As Steve’s Bi Awakening agenda (a-Jeff-da?) for WIP Wednesday :P

The back to back writing memes. They're killing me. But also working so I probably shouldn't complain. Have some more Jeff!

"Sure, yeah, if you're looking for a jock who can't keep his feet under him."

Jeff shakes his head, and seems to debate on what exactly he's going to say next. "Look, I trust Billy Hargrove about as far as I can throw him." Jeff grimaces, "Less than that, I might get a bit of distance if properly motivated. Point is, whatever he's saying about what went down between the two of you is obviously bullshit, and despite the fact that historically you've been a bit of a douchebag, you were never a violent douchebag, so I have to assume that whatever happened, Billy started it."

Steve shrugs again. "Depends on how you look at it. I threw the first punch."

"Yeah—and what did King Billy—" Jeff spits the words with a little sneer—"do to provoke that?"

[leporinelou]

saw that thing about chase stokes auditioning for the role of steve and all i can think about is billy having this ‘friend’ back in california who he used to screw around with who looks like chase does in outer banks and steve & co meeting him for some reason and robin being all ohh billy really has a type, huh? and steve getting all jealous and pissy about it

bonus if billy and steve aren’t even together yet and steve refuses to admit he’s jealous and also refuses to admit that robin’s right and he does, in fact, have a massive crush on billy