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Youtube just attacked me with a Sadie/ Dacre //Billy / Max edit and I haven’t needed to sit down more a day in my life.

What!?!?

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steve: you have to apologise to them billy.

billy: fine! but i must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the man you fell in love with!

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I obviously feel very strongly that Billy and Steve would trade Letterman jackets, but I feel even more strongly that Steve would give Billy his class ring. He went to Joyce's house and asked for some thread from her large collection, spent an afternoon carefully wrapping and re-wrapping it so it could hang safely on a nice gold chain. Worrying that Billy won't accept it because he already has a necklace, Harrington.

Yeah. Steve's an old school romantic.

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What do you mean Billy Hargrove is dead, he’s marrying Steve Harrington.

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I keep seeing Billy antis on Tiktok using the ‘Am I dreaming/don’t cream your pants’ FAMOUS Harringrove audio to show sexy Steve.

Like ???? Do you see it! Do you get the joke!?

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Listen I will say this once! And once only. Do NOT interact with my tumblr is you are a minor. Don’t fucking comment, don’t reblog.

I am 28 years old. I am TOO OLD to be interacting with you on an anonymous platform. Do not do that to yourself! Be in fandom space but please make sure to DOUBLE CHECK people’s ages before commenting or reblogging.

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happy 4th billy day <3

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the worst offense of stranger things killing off characters is that they only kill off steve’s boyfriends like what is the reason 😭

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It takes Will a good 30 seconds to remember to close his mouth. He knows his mom says it’s rude to stare, but he can’t help it. He’s at the hospital with his mom while she checks in on Hop, and he decided to wander down to Billy’s room. If he’s being honest with himself, the other boy kind of scares him still, but Steve’s been on him like a mother hen since he’s been rescued, which means that Billy’s going to be a part of their lives now, if they want to be a part of Steve’s, so he might as well get used to him.

Steve, the reason that his mouth is agape. Specifically his arms. He has them raised, fiddling with some kind of wire that’s twisted above Billy’s head. And wow. They were not that muscled when Will saw him last. He’s sure of it.

Steve turns, noticing him, but Will’s thankfully managed to shut his mouth by then. “Hey Will, I’m gonna go find a nurse to figure out these wires. Keep Billy company for me while I’m gone?” He throws a wink in there and Will can feel his face get hot and red, right to the tips of his ears.

Will nods, at a loss for words.

Steve leaves the room, and Billy turns to him, a sharkish grin on his face. “Hey, fellow gay William.” He motions for Will to sit in the chair next to his hospital bed. Now that Steve and his arms have vacated the room, Will notices that Billy is shirtless. Even with his torso scarred, he’s too beautiful for words.

Will pulls out the chair and sits down, sputtering. “How…, I mean, I’m not. I’m not…” the last word comes out like a whisper. He’s still not used to saying it out loud. “…gay.”

Billy huffs out a laugh, giving Will a sympathetic look. “Sure you’re not. And I didn’t die for almost a year, only to be rescued from a Russian prison by your mother and the local conspiracy theorist.”

Will’s eyes go wide. He thought he’d been hiding so well. “Do you think anyone else knows?”

Billy shakes his head. “No, it’s a homo thing. Gaydar. I can spot another homosexual a mile away.”

Will leans in close. “But you and I are the only ones, right?”

Steve re-enters the room then. “A nurse’ll be here in a minute.” He looks between Billy and Will, clearly able to tell that he’s walked in on something private.

��Can you come here for a minute, Steve?”

Steve’s at his bedside in a flash. “What do you need? Water, another blanket, more pillows.”

“Nope. Just wanted to do this.” He grabs Steve by the front of his polo, pulling him in and planting a big, smacking kiss on him.

Will can see the tips of Steve’s ears go red, but he melts into it, gripping Billy’s shoulders and going in for another kiss, not for show this time. It’s honestly getting a little heated, and Will doesn’t know where to look, but then Steve pulls back, looking at Will as if he’d forgotten he and Billy weren’t alone in the room. He clears his throat and heads for the door. “I’m gonna go check on that nurse. I’ll be right back.” He almost walks into the closed door as he exits.

Billy turns to Will, his grin bright enough to outshine the sun. “What was that you were saying about you and I being the only gay guys in Hawkins?”

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billy “i can’t type” hargrove and steve “i don’t understand what the fuck are you saying” harrington

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"Billy," Dustin said out of nowhere breaking the solemn silence that had fallen over the group as the reality of the end of the world set in.

"What about him?" Max asked looking over to see him staring out of the window in shock.

"No, Billy!" he pointed and they flocked to the side of the trailer to peer through the curtains, a familiar feeling for a few only to see exactly what Dustin had said.

Billy Hargrove was stumbling out of Eddie's trailer, disoriented and covered in Upside Down goo wearing the exact same outfit as the day he died. Without saying a word they ran outside, Max leading the way with Steve and Lucas close behind until they all stopped across the dirt road to see that it was well and truly him.

"You can see him, right?" Max asked and Lucas nodded.

That was when he looked up to see the lot of them and a confused expression dawned his face as he lost his balance and fell onto the grass causing everyone to rush over and surround him as he rolled onto his back to look up at his sister.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do," he mumbled before losing consciousness.

Rather frantic Max tried to wake him up, a haunting sight to those who saw her do the same the summer before but this time he had a pulse and although it took Eddie, Steve and Robin to drag him back into the Mayfield trailer he was alive and breathing. Out for the count but somehow here.

Eventually when he woke up they managed to find out that he had heard the commotion they had caused on the other side and followed them to the trailer park where he found the gate and climbed through. How he was there to begin with was a mystery but no amount of explaining could convince Billy that he had been in another dimension and not hell itself. Max not daring to look away from him the entire time.

He was alive, confused and full of questions they didn't have the answer to but one thing he did know was that whatever had happened between his death and that day was everyone wasn't as angry with him as he remembered. A sort of understanding had come about that creeped him out to some degree but he wasn't going to take it for granted.

So, with a damp cloth in hand as he wiped off the gunk from his hair he looked up at Steve with a sigh and asked, "What's the plan to kill this bastard?"

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(omega steve tells alpha billy about his desire for children. billy struggles to understand the concept. or, alternatively, the one where billy thinks steve is far, far too good for someone as rotten as he.)

warnings! mpreg

(Couldn’t) Imagine

“I want pups. I’ve always wanted pups.” Steve tells him one day, randomly, as they sit in Billy’s bed. The blonde Alpha is smoking a cigarette with Steve’s head against his chest. He’ll be damned before he calls this snuggling (and Max can go to hell for calling it that) but he can admit that he likes this - feeling Steve search for his warmth.

Billy thinks about teasing him, reminding him of the children he already cares for, in a similar manner as Robin. But instead, he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“I want like a lot of pups too.” Steve continues. The Omega’s finger tap a light pattern against Billy’s naked chest. Billy holds in a smile at the tickling feeling of his- the Omega’s cold fingers on his warm skin. “Maybe five - ooh, no, six! Yeah, six pups. I’ll have three boys and three girls.”

Billy blows out the smoke, making rings. “And what are you going to do with this army of children, Harrington?”

Steve’s lips twitch up to form a smile. “Everything. I want to do everything with them.”

Billy blinks, as he watches Steve’s eyes close, imagining his future life. “I want to go camping with them and go to the beach. I want to go on those- those long road trips that those corny families in the movies do. I wanna go see the Grand Canyon, the - the Niagra Falls with them. I just want to give them the childhood that I never got, that I always wanted, with parents that care.”

And Billy, well he can understand that. As someone who grew up with little to no love at all, he understands the feelings Steve has. Although, he can’t quite comprehend wanting to give someone else the love that he never got to recieve. It almost doesn’t feel fair, to give someone else, even his own hypothetical children, something that he could never get.

But that’s where Steve is better than him. So selfless and caring and so so much fucking better than him. Because despite having a shitty childhood, with even shittier parents, he still has the heart to be loving and compassionate and giving.

Billy tries to imagine it - this idealistic fantasy future that Steve Harrington has for himself. He imagines Steve pregnant, round and pudgy and soft. He can vividly see Steve glowing with pregnancy, hands rubbing his steadily growing tummy. He can imagine Steve holding his babies, one in each arm, with an unbearably fond smile. He can even imagine the ridiculous family trips - skiing, snorkling, hiking. He can see it all happening to Steve, with a bright smile and six little rugrats following behind him.

But Billy. Billy can’t for the life of him imagine himself in those scenarios.

He can’t imagine rubbing cream into Steve’s round tummy, kissing his forming stretch marks. He can’t imagine driving one of those large family RV’s, cracking dad jokes and singing along to terrible radio music. He can’t imagine teaching little children - his little children - how to fish or tie their shoes. And by God could he never imagine holding a newborn baby in his arms, wrapped up in a soft blanket, and peering at Billy like he’s their world.

God, to do all that he’d have to be with Steve, huh? Not just fuck-buddy’s, or some weird friendship-in-between like they are now. He’d have to mate him, put a pretty little mark on his neck and claim the Omega as his. And even though the practice of marriage is an old and traditional one, Steve’s always been a somewhat traditional Omega (an ideology he got from his parents and could never quite shake off). They’d have to have a wedding to get married, a large one to fit all of Steve’s family and the not-quite-his-biological-children that he can’t drop.

Billy takes another drag of his cigeratte and blows out the smoke harshly, aggressively.

But that would never fucking happen would it?

Because Steve could never - should never, be with someone like him. Someone made of harsh angles and jagged lines and sharp edges, shouldn’t dream of being with a person as delicate as Steve Harrington. Logically, how can someone who’s heart is made of dandelion fluff possibly settle with someone who could set it on fire?

“Well that,” Billy stubs out his cigeratte on the wall before flicking the butt of it away. “Sounds like a fuckin’ nightmare.”

Steve lifts his head from his chest, turning to face Billy with a subtly pinched expression. It’s not pouting, because Steve would kill him if he knew that Billy thought it was, but it’s definitely a sullen expression.

“And what does that mean?” The Omrga sounds mildly miffed.

Billy bites down on his smile. “It means that I’d rather drown in Jordan Lake than take care of six brats, darlin’.”

And as he watches Steve continue to not-pout and fuss, Billy can’t help but lean in and kiss him. And he can’t help but think that, as the taste of cigarette smoke mixes with peppermint, that he really can’t imagine ruining Steve any more than he already has.

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Harringrove AU where they both show up to the Byers' for a dinner bringing a new plate each to replace the one they broke.

This, of course, quickly devolves into a competition of who can find the best plate for Joyce.

When they eventually move in together, Joyce shows up at their apartment with a cardboard box stuffed full of a variety of plates that never made it into her cupboard.

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Casual fans: Are yall ok?

Me, yanking back the curtain to expose all of us: DOES THIS LOOK OK??

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about 20 minutes ago steve harrington woke up from a really fucked up dream

a really fucked up dream

like.. a dream he’s gonna have to go and tell robin about the second he gets to work

he looks at himself in the mirror, tries to shake it off

he thinks about it and.. on top of everything else..

it’s just.. it’s kinda weird that he dreamt about hargrove?

even fucking weirder that he dreamt about hargrove dying in the mall to be fair

..not to mention everything that came after it

jesus

anyway

time for work

steve grabs his hat on the way out and finds himself wondering if hargrove will come in today

part of him hopes he will

not that he’s worried about the guy or anything

definitely not

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steve looks up as the door swings open, barely refrains from rolling his eyes when he sees who it is

red shorts and a ‘hawkins pool’ issued tank top? check

sun kissed skin and hair that shouldn’t look that good after a full day by the pool? check

shit eating grin.. check

“hey sailor”

“fuck you hargrove”

“is that a promise, pretty boy?”

steve definitely doesn’t blush at the wink thrown his way

just don’t ask robin

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I care about Max and I’d love for Billy to come back so they could have the relationship they deserved but I’m so angry that she told Lucas she didn’t want to involve a stranger in all they were dealing with because they wouldn’t have any idea what was going on. That’s exactly what happened with Billy in season 3 and no one not even Max told him what was happening or tried to help him.

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I was expecting absolutely nothing, and was still left shocked, disappointed, and confused.

Guys, I was hanging on by a thread before, but any actual interest I have in the canon of the show has now been squished out. And it’s not just because of Billy.

Like, wow.