#future billy hargrove

[valtoon]

To paint the picture I made in my head at 3 am that inspired this: Billy manages to survive the mindflayer and everyone believes the upside down is done for (like always) BUT it obviously isn't. Vecna lays quiet for 18 years cooking up a new plan and comes back full force in 2003 in need of a vessel to finish what Billy couldn't, and what better host than Billy's own daughter, the flesh and blood of the original host.

[harringroveera]

Kindergarten teacher Steve (and his very concerned boyfriend) AU?

[shieldofiron]

Sometimes Billy wishes Steve would be a little possessive, a little jealous. Billy feels like it’s all one sided, the angry monster that burns under his skin when he sees Nancy Wheeler nudge Steve at a party meeting. He even tries to bait it a little, hanging out with Jonathan more, laughing a little louder at Heather’s jokes.

Until one day he’s smoking with Munson in the back lot behind the video store. And he’s not doing anything, it just feels nice when Munson cards his hands through Billy’s hair.

Steve says nothing, laughs it off. And then that night he fucks Billy like he’s possessed by a demon.

“Say you’re mine. Say you’re mine and I’m yours, I l-love you, Blue… say you’re mine.”

He pets Billy’s hair really soft after, scratching Billy’s scalp softly and cooing when Billy does the same.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

tw mentioned abuse

Billy always wakes up before his boyfriend and probably always will. But, he’s not complaining — he loves waking up in Steve’s bed, tangled up in the sheets as he blinks the sleep away from his eye. As always, he immediately turns his head and spots Steve there, his face pressed into his pillow as he sleeps soundly. The rising sun peeks through the curtains, spilling across his boyfriend, highlighting his dark hair a soft brown against the blue bedding.

Shuffling over, Billy presses a quiet kiss to Steve’s shoulder before untangling himself from the sheets and getting out of bed, pulling up the shorts he borrowed from the pretty boy as he heads to the bathroom—

And runs into Mrs. Harrington, who’s wrapped up in her house coat with rollers in her hair, cup of coffee in hand.

“Oh!” She gasps, jumping and spilling some of her coffee on the floor, grasping at the fabric of her housecoat over her chest as she stares at him. After the shock quickly wears off, she’s chuckling softly and sighs, “Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he smiles softly, glancing down at the floor where the coffee spilled, “Was just gonna use the bathroom.”

“Yeah, of course,” she hums, but makes this soft tsk sound of disappointment as she reaches up to brush a blond curl back from his forehead, where he knows the bruise from his father is. With sadness laced in her voice, she whispers, “Again?”

“It’s fine, Mrs. H,” Billy mumbles as he looks at her again, gently pulling away from her touch.

“No, it’s not,” she huffs, anger replacing that sadness as their eyes meet. Steve has her eyes. Kind, but fierce. Caring. Worried. “Oh, if I ever run into your father again, I won’t be nice like I was last time.” Before she knew what he did to Billy.

But Billy smiles again, a little more amused, because she’s 5’4’’ and could be blown away by the wind if it were too strong of a gust, but she’s got a fighting spirit. He knows where Steve got that from, now.

“I believe it,” he hums, touched by the way that Steve’s family cares and how they care about him. They don’t have to, but they do, and Billy doesn’t take it lightly or for granted.

She gives him that sorry smile and places her manicured hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze, “You know you’re welcome here whenever you need it, Billy. Lord knows we have more than enough room for one more.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly with a nod, “And, thanks. Again.”

Another nod and she pulls her hand away, saying, “Coffee pot’s on downstairs,” before she heads down the hallway, back to her room to get ready for the day.

Looking down at the coffee spill, he lets out a soft sigh and frowns. If that had been his dad and Billy had made him spill his coffee, he’d be knocked upside the head. Or worse.

But, not here. In the Harrington house, he’s welcomed and wanted and the coffee pot is left on for him. He has a space here, whenever he wants it. And he always does.

As he’s wiping up the small spill, the door to Steve’s bedroom opens and his boyfriend looks sleepy as hell — eyes half shut, hair a mess, lines pressed into his skin from the bed. Billy stands and smiles at him, filled with warmth and affection as Steve waddles over to him and wraps his arms around him, pressing a kiss to Billy’s cheek as he mumbles, “Morn’.”

“Morning, peanut,” Billy whispers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his mouth, then another to his cheek.

“Coffee?” Steve whispers, pressing his nose to Billy’s cheek, his eyes shut again as he struggles to wake up. It’s annoyingly cute.

“Mhm,” Billy hums happily in agreement.

[vampire-scones]

His perm is hanging on for dear life at this point. It's been about eight or nine months since his last appointment and the curls were really fighting for their lives. Billy sighed as he looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't have that kind of money right now so he could do one of two things. He could start spending hours in the bathroom each morning curling his own hair, or he could just let his hair get in that weird in between of wavy and straight which he hated.

As he looked in the mirror the shine of one of his record sleeves caught his eye. It was Motley Crue's 'Shout at the Devil'. All the band members were on the front, done up in their stage make up and their hair teased to high heaven. His gaze immediately went to Vince Neil. Billy would be lying if he said he didn't think the lead singer was at least a little hot. But his hair...he'd never straightened his hair but he knew damn well he could pull off looking like Vince if he tired.

Billy found himself in the bathroom for the next hour and a bit, Susan's flat iron doing its work in taking the life out of the last of his curls. In one of his copies of Metal Edge he had been able to find a good photo of Vince Neil. His hair teased to hell but still framing that pretty boy face.

After Billy was finished with the flat iron he grabbed a comb, starting to tease and back brush his hair. It took a few tries before he had how he wanted it. All that was left was the hairspray. His new can was half empty by the time he was done with it. He looked in the mirror and couldn't help but grin. He looked fucking good. He looked like a rockstar. Sure this wasn't a style he was gonna be pulling off all the time, but as a little change before his next perm? Absolutely. Now the only thing left was to see how a certain someone would feel about it.

Billy cleaned up the bathroom, hid his magazine away again, and grabbed his keys. He put on a pair of boots and walked out to his Camaro. When he got in he cranked the volume of his 'Too Fast for Love' tap and drove off. With his sunglasses on and music blaring he drove way too fast down the back streets of Hawkins until he reached his destination. Harrington's house.

He pulled into the driveway and saw the door already starting to open. He guessed Steve knew it was him from the music. He leaned against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow as Billy shut off the music.

"Not even a call before you come over? You got something important to tell me?" He asked from his spot in the doorway.

Billy got out of his car and gave his hair a bit of a shake, making sure his hair caught Steve's attention. He took off his sunglasses and hung them on his shirt while he walked up to him.

"What? Can't I just pop by because I feel like it? Or do I have to have a formal invitation from the king?"

Steve stood there, just looking Billy over. His hair was so...different. Steve reached out to touch his hair. "Holy shit...you were busy in your bathroom today."

Billy let out a bark of a laugh and just grinned at Steve. "Like it, pretty boy?"

Steve couldn't help but nod. "Yeah...it looks good. Different. You look like a rockstar.."

"And I'm guessing your into rockstars?"

"I didn't say that! I just said you looked like one."

Billy smirked. He watched as Steve stayed mesmerized by his new look. He would take that as the approval from the masses he was looking for.

"Well you can't get your hands out of my hair, maybe we should go inside so you can pull it."

Steve didn't say anything to this and just grabbed Billy by his collar and pulled him inside, letting the door slam closed behind them.

(Inspired by some tags @flayedintheusa left on another one of my posts!)

[weird-an]

There's a stupid party at the Byers' house and of course, Max is allowed to go, because she made big eyes at Susan all week. Of course, Billy has to be the fucking driver, because Neil's got more important things to do, but Billy never does. Billy has to stay, too, like a fucking babysitter. No thanks.

"I'm so happy they moved back from California," Max rambles, already buzzing with excitement Billy doesn't get. Like it's good for anybody to leave the ocean behind and trade it for Midwestern blues.

Billy follows her. Neil asked him to call him when they are at the Byers place. Just to get on Billy's fucking nerves, just to make sure he stays put. Like Billy isn't going to head off as soon as he hangs up.

Billy walks into the living room. There are too many people here, too much laughter in the air, it's too warm and it's just wrong that he's here.

He doesn't belong here and his stomach twists when he gets a glimpse of the kitchen where he beat Harrington's pretty face until it was bloody and bruised, where he was so much like Neil it made him feel sick for weeks. One day he won't be able to stop. Like father, like son, right?

"Billy?" A voice cuts off Billy's train of thought. A voice Billy hasn't heard in month, a voice he was scared to forget. The only voice that every told him he was enough, the only one he believed.

But that can't be. Argyle doesn't know where they moved to. Argyle can't be here - only that he's standing right in front of him.

"Argyle," Billy says, all the memories of salt water against their lips, stolen kisses under the pier and the bitterness of leaving it all behind on his tongue.

"Dude, I missed you!" There he is, in a room of people who hate him and there Argyle is, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in the first hug he has gotten since he moved to Indiana. Since the last hug Argyle gave him, before Neil turned the most beautiful thing in Billy's life into a terrible regret.

"Fuck," Billy says, trying to choke back a sob, because no way in hell he's going to cry here.

"'m here," Argyle whispers in his ear.

"You know each other?" Harrington asks, brows furrowed like he doesn't know how to make sense of the scene in front of him.

Argyle is the only person that ever knew Billy.

"Jealous, Harrington?" he leers, always ready to put up a shield, to hide behind arrogance.

"No," Harrington purses his lips and crosses his arms. Huh.

"He sounds like you, Billy," Argyle says with a grin, arms still around Billy. Billy doesn't really mind.

"No fucking way," he snorts.

"I'm not like Hargrove," Harrington claims, face flushing, while the Henderson kid behind him shouts "Steve is way better than Billy!"

Argyle laughs and holds Billy tighter. "Let's see about that."

Maybe Billy will stay for a while longer.

[runraerun]

For your wip game…. MERMAY!!!!! 👀👀👀

Ooooh I love my MerMay WIP so freaking much. Thank you so much for asking~🩵🧜‍♂️ here’s a snippet!

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Sometimes his mother would even bring back humans—dead ones, of course. One’s that she’s lured to the water's edge with her siren's song before pulling them under and holding them tight until the bubbles stop coming out of their noses and mouths.

Females need their meat to survive—males don’t. His sharp claws and teeth are only to crack shells and defend territories, while the females’ attributes are more equipped for the seduction, luring, and the breaking of the bodies of human men. To mate with them, if they wanted to.

Billy knows this is how he came to be; his mother sang her song to some dumb human who fell face first into the waves, then she’d drug him down to their cove and meticulously tore him open in order to fertilize her eggs. So far, Billy was the only offspring she’d bothered to hatch. He had wondered more times than he can count if maybe she’d only kept him around as long as she did to alleviate her own loneliness.

And even though his mother seemed perpetually disappointed over the fact, Billy’s always been sort of relieved to have been born a male. Because the truth is… he likes the humans. Likes the strange things they drop, likes to way they ride on waves, and then he likes to watch the way they kick and flailing their skinny limbs when they get knocked, trying to stay afloat. Humans are endlessly amusing—Billy’s glad he doesn’t need to consume their flesh.

It seems like something akin to fate that Billy would find his mate in a human.

[chrisbitchtree]

Happy New Year’s from Billy and Steve!

[thissortofsorcery]

Billy’s just put his jacket back on. His boots go on next. His earring dangles in his ear with the movement, and his back and ass ache when he rises back up. Sore.

It’s dark in the entryway of Harrington’s house at three in the morning, quiet and still hours before the sun rises. Billy hadn’t meant to fall asleep. But Steve had barely rolled off of him, one leg tangled between his, nose in his hair, and Billy was so warm and comfortable- He hadn’t meant to. It was a mistake.

He shouldn’t be there when Harrington wakes up, Steve would regret it for sure.

Steve wouldn’t want anything serious with a guy. With Billy.

He’s got his keys out of his jacket pocket when he hears it,

“Where are you going?” Steve’s voice comes from the stairs, hoarse with sleep, making Billy jump.

Steve’s in the middle of the steps with only his underwear on, the line of hickeys down his chest and halfway to his stomach that Billy put there fully exposed, a grumpy confused frown on his face. Arms crossed like he’s cold.

“I’m just heading out,” Billy says softly, unwilling to break the cover of the dark. It feels like they’re inside a dome, here in the entryway, close together but far apart.

Steve comes down the steps slowly, and his feet barely make any noise on the carpet. Billy doesn’t look away from his eyes. They’re not clouded with sleep, anymore, and they’re honed in on Billy like lasers.

“It’s the middle of the night, man,” He says, like Billy hasn’t left in the dead of night countless times before. Like they’re not used to hookups in their cars.

“Yeah,” Billy steps back, because Steve just keeps coming closer. “I’ll get out of your hair, princess. Go back to bed.”

He means to say it mean, but it comes out- soft. Like a whisper.

“Billy,” Steve says, and he’s smiling. Why is he smiling.

Steve’s hand touches his chest where Billy didn’t bother to button his shirt, his pinky nudges a nipple on purpose. Billy’s breath hitches.

Billy knows his eyes are wide, his mouth is open. He looks up from Steve’s hand to his face, and Steve looks so fond, so- He’s looking from Billy’s eyes to his mouth like he wants to kiss him.

He does kiss him.

Billy drops his keys. The need to get his hands on Steve’s face is sudden, urgent, like he has to hold on to him or he’ll fade away, or change his mind. He needs to hold Steve’s face to his or he’ll lose the press of Steve’s soft lips, lose the tongue pressing in to curl against his own.

Steve’s hands are clutching at his jacket tightly, pulling Billy in at the same time his body wants to press Billy into the door. It takes Billy a minute to realize Steve is trying to yank off his jacket, pulling roughly at his shoulders. He has to let go of Steve’s face to take it off, but he does it one hand at a time, and he trades it for pressing biting kisses into Steve’s mouth at the same time. He’ll hold on with his teeth if he has to.

Distantly, he hears his keys jangle against the floor, like they’ve been kicked away.

“Stay,” Steve pulls back to pant into his mouth. His eyes look right into Billy’s. There’s a look to them, half-scared, half-shy. Steve’s hands are tight on Billy’s waist. “Stay with me.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of Billy’s mouth, licks between his lips. Billy surges up, catches his bottom lip in his teeth, bruises a kiss on his mouth so intense Steve’s head moves with his nod.

“Yeah,” He says, and rests his forehead on Steve’s. Their noses brush together. “Okay.”

[unnokka]

A Shadow's Lament

Warnings: angst, death, trauma.

Steve's soul mark on his sternum colored when Billy Hargrove touched him for the first time. Unfortunately, that was the same day when Billy threw a plate at his head and beat him up. Steve always imagined that it would be the happiest moment of his life. No, not even close. But still, he kept hope alive, if they could fix the situation.

Then he saw Billy shirtless at the community pool on his first day of work and he learned that he wasn't Billy's soulmate. On Billy’s sternum rested a soul mark slightly larger than Steve’s and it was still colorless. It was like a hard slap to the face, so it was also his last day working at the pools, and a week later he started at Scoop Ahoy.

Nothing had hurt more in his life. Many asked what was wrong but he stubbornly remained silent, always making up excuses. Then Henderson came back from his camp, the Russian broadcast, a strange elevator, they got caught, interrogated and then the drugs.

Steve's condition was bad, really bad. And the drugs in his veins didn’t help the situation, so Steve broke down on the bathroom floor. Crying he told Robin about Billy. Lovely Robin listened and comforted him, promised that Billy was too much of an asshole for him and that he would find true love somewhere else. Steve wanted to believe her, but couldn't.

Later, he watched as the mind flayer impaled Billy. Max and Steve screamed at the same time. The pain in Steve's chest was indescribable, as if someone was squeezing his chest together while simultaneously setting it on fire. Then the mall collapsed.

Almost three weeks later, Steve woke up in the hospital. The pain in his chest was still absolutely terrible, but meds helped somewhat. The emotional pain didn’t go anywhere.

The doctors told him that building scrap had fallen on him, combining all the physical trauma, the drugs and the loss of a soulmate, Steve's heart had stopped. It had taken too long before CPR could be started so his heart had remained weak and the artery would likely become inflamed, which would lead to the heart stopping again. So the doctors made an emergency decision in the ER and ended up doing a transplant.

Billy's heart had survived without damage.

Now, Steve had a harsh red scar from the surgery. A scarred mark from a dead soulmate. In his chest was the promised lover's beating heart.

And a new soulmate mark.

[adelacreations]

Feast your eyes on THIS [WIP]

[harringroveera]

Of course Steve is never gonna stop worrying about his husband

[reaperquinnandkayaquinn-blog]

I love this idea

I have this au where billy, eddie and alexie come back, the upside down is defeated, lots of paper work is done for billy and alexie, eddies name is cleared, the party are heros. The party stay in touch as they leave Hawkins, new relationships happen, and they all get famous and rich.

Steves a pop singer, think Harry styles meets Avril

Eddie is a Rockstar, corroded coffin took off

Billy's a model, and doesn't hide his scars

Jonathan is a photographer

Nancy is a journalist

Robin is a director

Will is an artist

Mike is an author

El is a rock star, became close with eddie

Max(after getting surgery to replace her eyes) is a pro skater, x games level

Lucas is in the NBA, tells his fans to follow their dreams

Erica is a actress and mathmation

Dustin is a scientist, with his tech genius wife

And they all look cool and rarely vist Hawkins

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

-kicks in double swinging doors and almost gets hit in the face-

What if Steve starts sleep walking after season one, and Billy almost runs him over before Billy started school in Hawkins. Steve shocks awake when Billy gets out of his car, is confused and in nothing but his pajamas and socks at night in mid October, and Billy drives him home.

Billy starts feeling concerned when it keeps happening. (Some times Steve remembers it, some times he doesn't.) Billy reads up a bit on sleepwalkers at the library and he starts feeling a little protective over Steve. They start hanging out during the day too.

Steve some times sleep talks about what happened. Billy feels- kind of needed and starts cruising at night sometimes just in case Steve takes a stroll, sometimes just let's Steve sleep it off in his passenger seat. It's calming and good for his nerves.

Steve gradually becomes Billy’s passenger princess 👸 Billy’s moods are more stable with Steve’s influence, having a good excuse to be out of the house and away from Neil more. Max learns about their weird friendship and that Steve sleepwalks.

The Halloween party and school turn out different, though Steve lies to the others about how they know each other. Billy doesn't mind, kinda likes that they have a secret. They hang out even more outside of school. After Nancy dumps him at the party, Steve drives Billy and Max, drops Max at home, and Billy stays the night at his house because Steve really needs the company.

When Billy sees Steve at the Byers house, he almost wonders if Steve is sleeping walking again. Steve trusts Billy enough to just tell him the truth and show him the demodog.

Afterwards, Billy starts just showing up at Steve’s to drive him around on Hawkins backroads until he falls asleep.

Steve gradually sleepwalks less now he has someone to talk to more, has the kids to keep an eye on now, Dustin, and Billy.

Maybe instead of the pool, Billy gets a job at the gym at Starcourt mall so he can see Steve in his stupid cute uniform.

If Billy ends up in the hospital after the mindflayer or something (No date with Karen this time, was on his way to pick up Steve) and winds up in a coma, Steve starts sleepwalking again and Eddie finds Steve this time.

But that's another post. Should I do a part two?

[weird-an]

Steve kisses him and Billy dies a little.

His lips taste like a future, his warmth a glimpse of sunlight on a cloudy day and Billy can't.

Billy doesn't have a future and he knows it. Cherry Lane is his graveyard and the lock at his door a nail on his coffin. Neil is his mortician. It has long been written on his tombstone.

Billy steps back. Wants to tell Steve off, wants to make that fuzzy feeling in his chest disappear.

"That's a bad idea, Harrington," he says instead. Each word burning in his throat.

"Why?" Steve asks.

Steve's eyes search his face, looking for an answer, an explanation. As if Billy could put Neil Hargrove into words.

"It can't be. I don't do..." Billy hesitates. What is the word he's looking for? Boyfriends? Life?

"I think you do." Steve smiles at him. Like this isn't a wake, but a wedding.

"Don't lie to yourself," Billy scoffs. Ignoring his hammering heart, trying to burst out of his ribs.

"Then why are you still holding my hand?"

Billy stares down at his fingers, intertwined with Steve's. Steve's got a mole underneath the nail of his thumb. Billy wants to kiss it.

"I..."

Billy's throat clogs up. He doesn't want this to be his funeral. He wants this to be the beginning, not the end.

"Let's give it a try." Steve squeezes his hand.

Billy squeezes back. Tries to tell Steve what he can't put into works.

The future kisses him again. Billy grins against his lips.

[ickypuppi3]

the family jewels - MARINA // billy & neil

“I don’t think he could stand being here without you. So he left.” - Stranger Things Season 4, Episode 4: Dear Billy