Billy is Babygirl

okay BUT CONSIDER:

billy hargrove being a big softie in the morning!!! billy wanting steve to stay in bed cuddled up with him because he likes to be little spoon and gets cold without steves arms wrapped around him and his chest pressed to billy’s back. billy making annoyed grabby hands from under the covers towards steve, mumbling at him in a whiny voice to ‘come back to bed, the fuck harrington it’s early’. steve laughing at his needy boyfriend and giving him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to get ready for a run, always a morning person. while steve’s brushing his teeth, billy appears in the doorway wearing one of steve’s discarded sweatshirts with the neck stretched out and pouts as he leans against the doorjamb. he whines at steve ‘20 more minutes cmon, back to bed’ gesturing sleepily and pathetically behind him. steve huffs and gestures at the running shorts and underarmor tee he’s wearing in attempts to make billy understand he was going for a run. but billy just continues to give him those sad sad eyes and says ‘steve baby, please’ and who is steve harrington to say no to such a polite request?

they go back to bed for much longer than 20 minutes :))))))

This is why they work.

*at the club*

eddie: everyone's wasted and the music fucking SUCKS i hate this place

also eddie, while billy is grinding against him on the dancefloor: this is what i live for

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He's a winner, Eddie. Winners find a way.

it's time for top/bottom discourse to end. the only thing i want to hear about is which one is the sex crier.

I tried to do soft!Billy. 

I feel for this pretty trash boy.

“Well, you’re extra cuddly today.”

Steve chuckles and cradles his lover’s face in his hands, leaning in to kiss the bridge of his nose. Below him, Billy simply hums. Smooths his hands over Steve’s thighs and drags him closer in his lap.

Like he didn’t just manhandle the brunet on top of him mere moments ago with a scowl on his face.

“Mhm,” Billy sighs softly.

Closes his eyes as his face is peppered with more kisses.

“What’s up, hm?” Steve wonders. Smooths his thumbs delicately from side to side over Billy’s cheekbones, tracing over the shape of his Cupid’s bow with his eyes. “Feeling a little touch-starved? Do I not pay enough attention to you?”

Billy pulls him closer.

“Miss you.”

“Miss me? You see me every day.”

When Billy grumbles wordlessly, brows drawing together, Steve snickers. Dips in to press a long, long kiss to the blond’s lips.

Billy instantly melts under him, going slack and earning a muffled giggle from Steve’s lips.

After a few moments, Steve leans back. Chuckles again when Billy whines at the loss and gently pushes his hair out of his face so he can better admire it.

“I miss you too, sweet boy.”

“Yeah?”

Steve grins.

“How could I not when you’re being a big baby after not seeing me all day?” He bites his lip when Billy pouts in an attempt to suppress his amusement. “It’s pretty stinkin’ cute. Kinda makes me never wanna leave ever again.”

Billy’s eyes peak open. He grips Steve’s thighs, smoothing his hands up to his hips.

“You should probably stay with me, then.”

“All the time?”

“All the time.”

Steve sucks in a breath when Billy pinches his ass, and the blond smirks. Interlocks his fingers over the small of Steve’s back thereafter.

“I’ll try my best,” Steve muses. “God, you’re pretty. The air must be agreeing with you or something today because I can’t stop looking at you.”

Billy chuckles, low and rumbly, and his eyes linger on Steve’s lips.

“Thanks.”

“You agree with me? That’s new.”

The brunet blows a raspberry with his lips, brows raised comically high as he tucks Billy’s hair behind both ears with his fingers.

Billy simply shrugs.

“You make me feel pretty,” he says. “Plus, I’m in the mood to believe you today.”

“You’re gorgeous every day, I can’t even look at you without getting kinda sweaty and weird.”

Steve bites his lip when Billy laughs.

“Think you’d still be into me if you were blind?”

For a moment, Steve purses his lips.

He’s been asked questions like this before, strange hypotheticals that he used to assume Billy would ask for the ego boost. Or to make Steve laugh.

Now, though, all he really hears is a different version of would you still love me if I wasn’t attractive?

And it plucks a faint little note on one of his heartstrings.

So, he closes his eyes.

He hones in on all of the points of contact, noticing the warmth of Billy’s body seeping in through the layers of clothing between them. Then he focuses on his hands, still cradling his lover’s face.

On Billy’s arms, stretched around him and holding him so close.

Billy hums amusedly when he carefully touches his skin, tracing his fingers over the curve of his cheekbones and the scruff on his jaw.

Kisses the pad of Steve’s thumb when it brushes over his lips.

“Mm, I’m not really getting a good feel…” Steve murmurs.

He feels the slight puff of air when Billy huffs through his nose, and the way his throat bobs when his chin is tilted up.

Steve leans in close and presses their lips together, smiling when he feels their shared weight sink further into the cushions as Billy slouches more heavily into them.

The blond cranes forward whenever Steve begins to pull away, effectively drawing him back in until he finally has to take a breath.

Steve opens his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says, admiring the subtle flush to Billy’s complexion. “You’re too lovable, even when I can’t see you.”

“Lovable,” Billy repeats, no louder than a whisper.

Steve bites his lip and nods, shuffling impossibly closer in his lover’s lap.

“You’re warm, and you smell good,” he says. “You like being kissed, which makes it pretty damn hard to not wanna kiss you, and you’re grabby in my favorite kind of way.”

“Grabby, huh?”

There’s a smirk playing at the corner of Billy’s mouth, and Steve snickers as he rests his arms around his neck, still close.

“Well, yeah, every cuddle session we have starts out like a damn wrestling match.”

“You’re never where I want you,” Billy huffs. “Should I start telling you to move instead?”

Steve ghosts their lips together, chuckling again when Billy cranes forward eagerly just before he pulls out of reach, denying the blond the kiss he so desires.

“I said I like it,” Steve muses.

Billy’s brows furrow and he pulls Steve forward, pressing their abdomens together and locking him in close.

They’re near enough that he could steal a kiss, but he doesn’t.

“Figured,” Billy murmurs, relaxing his hold just enough to smooth his hands up the length of Steve’s back. “You never really put up any resistance. If you were any daintier, I’d probably just carry you everywhere.”

Steve closes his eyes again and nuzzles their foreheads together.

“How could I resist you? I’m practically wrapped around your finger with those watery blues and tiny freckles.” He loops his finger around one of Billy’s curls, twirling it and letting it slide free. “Also, fuck you, I’m not dainty. We’re like the same size.”

Billy chuckles, soft and sultry, and Steve peaks his eyes open just in time to see a smug grin spread across his face.

“No we’re not.”

“Yes, if anything, I’m taller than you.”

“I’m not talkin’ about height, sweetheart, I got you beat by two pants sizes at least.”

Steve snickers and tilts his head to the side.

“Is this you trying to delicately let me know you’re getting chubby? ‘Cause I already know that.”

The blond scoffs and pinches Steve’s side, which earns a little yelp as he squirms in Billy’s lap.

“I’m just saying if one of us is the man and one of us is the chick, I’m obviously the man.”

“Oh, sure, and does the man always like it up the ass or is that just a you thing?” Steve teases. Snorts when Billy’s face flushes the slightest shade of red. “Y’know I was only half kidding about the chubby thing, right? If anything, you’re just… grabbable.”

There’s a beat of silence. Steve chuckles again when Billy begins to pout and leans in to share another kiss.

Billy’s lips are soft. Plush. He parts them easily and Steve slides his tongue briefly over his bottom lip, and Billy keens under him. Sets his hands on his waist and rubs, keeping him locked in close.

When they part momentarily, Billy sighs, looking on with his half-lidded eyes while Steve hums. Almost swoons before leaning back in and earning a small noise from Billy’s lips.

“Would you be mad if I said I loved you?” Steve mumbles against him.

Then, there’s a chuckle.

“What, like, past tense, or…?”

“Yeah.” Steve bites back on his laugh when Billy’s brows furrow. “I did, y’know… back when we used to wear the same pants size.”

Billy scoffs and Steve cackles before he brings his hands forward to cup his lover’s cheeks in his palms again.

Smooths his thumbs over his skin and watches the offense bleed from his expression.

“That’s unfortunate, I was kinda thinkin’ maybe we were starting to get a little serious.”

“You’re pretty but you’re not very bright, huh?”

Billy’s smile comes back full-force.

“Thanks.”

“Oh, now, that’s something I never wanna hear you agree to,” Steve tuts. “I do love you, though. Right now. Very much.”

Billy shifts beneath him, settling deeper into the sofa cushions, and lets his hands move down to Steve’s thighs again.

“Just right now?”

Steve blows a raspberry and shakes his head.

“Yesterday, too. And tomorrow. And every day after that.”

“What if you decide you hate me in ten years? You never know what’s gonna happen.”

“I’ll love you forever, baby, I promise,” Steve coos. Leans back in to seal Billy into another kiss. “Now say it back.”

Billy hums against his mouth, going slack when Steve squeezes his thighs together at either side of him.

“I love you too,” Billy mumbles between kisses.

Steve keeps one hand on his cheek while he smooths the other down to his chest, pressing his fingers under the collar of his shirt and over his skin. Billy huffs a fussy sound and shifts, bumping up into Steve briefly while they’re apart, and then they’re melting together again.

A large hand palms at Steve’s ass. Then, he feels a sudden pressure underneath him that says that maybe Billy isn’t only looking for cuddles tonight.

And Steve’s never been one to deny his sweetheart anything he wants.

my dearest headcanon is that both billy and max have big issues eating at home. everyone in that house sucks at cooking but billy was unable to really stomach anything after his momma left and what were easy meals became stomachaches for max because of the tension and the 99.9% chance of a fight breaking. i can and i will bet $100 they BOTH threw up the first day of school at hawkins.

both can eat the cafeteria food and will eat anything, not picky at all, although they have an awful diet. max runs on ketchup packets and plain bread and billy's breakfast and dinner are cigarettes.

now, when they get closer to the party (pretend that billy is safe and sound), they learn about this and decide to fix it immediately. max ends up having dinner at someone's house (usually lucas). billy gets leftovers from joyce when he goes to pick her up at the byers house. dustin coincidentally always gets extra sandwiches his mama made for lunch and no, he cant eat them all, max can you help him? steve invites billy to get hot dogs, burgers, and uh, a salad too, something healthy right?, after practice. and they both should get water, too—

it takes them some time but when they realize, both billy and max are awful mad. yet, upon thinking about it, max doesnt go to bed with a stomachache and billy doesnt feel nauseous every day. so, maybe it *is* okay

maybe they just forgot how it felt to be taken care of

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

the moral is peace and love on planet earth. and getting stuff made specifically for you unprompted is cool as fuck

Anyone who thinks asexuality "isn't inherently queer" can unfollow me right fucking now.

First kiss

I spent WAY too long rendering this.

Lotta feels about this guy. 😖💔