#billy hargrove agenda

[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?

[pekgna]

Thank you, @wonderneverlandsystem, for your service to this country,

[dragonflylady77]

I want a fic that's post Starcourt and Billy and Steve find each other again (in the Upside Down or in Cali or wherever) and I want Billy to go absolutely feral when he sees the hair on Steve's chest...

Because that sure as fuck wasn't there when they shared showers in gym class...

[rockabye-billy]

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

+ some realizations later:

[hgrve]

bitches be like "billy hargrove is so terrifying, the worst villain in stranger things" and then this is billy

[ickypuppi3]

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

[1-800-whatwouldbillydo]

 Dissecting Character Scenes: Billy Hargrove

*I say that like he’s not the only character I analyze lmfao- anyway* 

His Hand Movements

The above movement is what I do when: 

I’m nervous. For one, it helps me calm down. Since anxiety is essentially unwanted energy, it helps deal with me being an overcharged energizer bunny by using that energy in a non-harmful way. 

I get too in my head, and I need to ground myself.

I’m thinking.

I’m about to talk to someone or do something. When you overthink, or when you have a lot on your mind, even talking to people is something you feel like you need some preparation for. Especially when you’re in a completely different environment, and you have to start over. 

I need to remember something, like the “script”. What am I going to say to Person A? What are they going to do? How are they going to respond? How should I respond? These scripts are like mental teleprompters. I play numerous scenarios in my head, and I prepare a bunch of responses to them, whether it’s physical or verbal. It’s an internal peptalk. Sometimes you cancel out the responses that you don’t think will apply, and you zero in on what you’re going with. Needless to say, it takes some time to always do this, which you aren’t always offered. 

When you live with an unpredictable abuser, you’re walking on eggshells. It can require you to apply extreme control over your tone, your volume, your facial expression, and your words. They nitpick at everything you say, so you learn to think before you talk. You have to take a step back somehow, collect yourself, and keep a level head, which is hard in an environment like that. 

The impressions other people have of you can get you in trouble with your abuser. Whether you’re late for a class or you don’t turn in an assignment, the last thing you want is for someone to call your abuser. 

They count on you to mess up somehow, so they have a “justification” to punish you. If you talk back or raise your voice, they can see this as a green light, because they’re making you react. And your reaction, no matter what, will probably piss them off. 

So, thinking things through, including your tone of voice and what comes out of your mouth, are things you tend to pick up in that sort of environment. 

Scene #2

How am I going to handle this? 

That’s what I find myself asking when I find myself in an unknown situation where I need to measure my response. The unknown tends to be borderline suspicious. Sure, living with someone like Neil can make you paranoid, but you’ve got some built in red flags in your court. You pick up things that others may not. To you, it’ll probably be common sense. In this situation, it IS common sense for Billy to be suspicious of Steve. 

Flying off the handle immediately isn’t Billy’s style. It takes a considerable amount of control to even talk to Steve. Neil had shaken him up, and then Billy dealt with Karen. Now he’s having to deal with Steve lying to him about where Max is. But he uses force as a last resort. So much happened to him before this particular scene, that he was most likely a bundle of emotions and anxiety by the time he drove up to the Byers’ house. 

While the audience knew what was going on, Billy didn’t. The fact that he actually tried to talk to Steve shows that he didn’t want for there to be a fight. He just wanted to get Max home. 

“I don’t understand” is quite literally his theme all throughout his life. The entire time he was in Hawkins, he did not understand what was going on. 

@ickypuppi3​ pointed out that he fidgets so much with his fingers, like that scene with Max in the car at school when he’s holding his cigarette. The anxiety really comes through when he’s about to do something.

Scene #3 

Like in this scene, where he’s prepping to face Neil, who’s banging on his door, signaling that he’s in a hotheaded mood. How Neil’s “temperature” is will indicate what Billy’s reaction will be. Here, he has to face Neil’s heat with as much of a cool head as he can. He also knows that no matter what he does, Neil will blow a gasket. 

GIF credit to @suledins

[cavinginhisfvce]

babygirl doesn't get meme shown to them :'( his lil red nose :(

i saw this meme, and had to draw one of the qrts. this is just a silly lil drawing that took me almost 3hrs and its flat lmao

[faerieriddle]

Steve and Billy are the same character type just one focuses angers inwardly and one focused it outwardly. Steve focuses his anger into self-depravation and lack of self-worth. Someone doesn’t let themselves be beaten that often and go back each time to an empty home and not be effected by it. Billy is always alone never the one to be proud at home surrounded by anger so he tries to stay out of the house as much as possible. Fights, mindless rotating dates, what does it matter when he’s finally seen? At the end of the day they’re both lonely boys that grew up too fast and just want to be seen.

[ignoregnome]

Mungrove is literally just two tops trying to out-top each other and i fucking love it

[boffeeceans]

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

[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.

[antigonenikk]

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

[dragonflylady77]

the pull in his chest

Hi!! The fic was posted last week but now the ST Big Bang has ended and I can post it myself. ^_^

The harringrove soulmates AU I wrote for @strangerthingsbigbang (this time, with actual smut!)... in which Steve finds out Billy is alive and his soulmate then he goes to get his man, demobats be damned.

13k | Explicit | soulmates, billy hargrove is alive, steve chest hair agenda

Cover art & Chapter 3 art by @bottombillyapologist

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.

Billy had always heard that people got their soulmark on their sixteenth birthday, but he wasn’t actually sure when his own had shown up. 

He’d checked his body in the mirror on the morning after his birthday but not spotted any new marks, beyond the bruises inflicted by Neil the night before for daring to have made another trip around the sun. Happy birthday to him or whatever.

It wasn’t until over a year later, when Neil was dragging them to Nowhere, Indiana, that he was made aware of it. 

He was sharing a motel room with his new stepsister and he had tied up his hair in a bun while he shaved his face, when Max came in to get her hair brush and pointed at the back of his neck.

“What’s that?” she asked. “Did you get a tattoo?”

“What are you talking about, shitbird?” 

The confusion on his face must have been enough to prove to her that he had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.

“There’s a feather on the back of your neck. Here.” Max picked up a small mirror from her toiletry kit and handed it to him. Billy turned around so his back was to the mirror above the vanity and looked into the mirror in his hand and sure enough, there was a colorful peacock feather there. Blues and greens with a bit of orange.

“What the hell?”

“Holy shit, Billy! That’s your soulmark! It looks so rad!”

“Thanks, I guess.” Billy put her mirror down and picked up his razor again.

“Why aren’t you more excited?” Max asked as she started brushing her hair.

“It’s not like it matters, is it?”

“But you’ll be eighteen soon.”

“You really think he’ll let me go? Knowing what he knows about me? Come on, Max, you know better than this.”

Max sighed. “It’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, shitbird. The sooner you accept it, the better.”

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[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

the only man billy has ever chased in his life is the elotero man send tweet