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Ohhhhh, yes!!! That’s such an amazing headcanon! And it’s so easy to imagine Billy’s mom singing Dolly’s songs to him when he was little. Softly at night, while caressing his hair in bed, soothing him into sleep. Dancing together in the kitchen, his mom taking him by the hands and spinning him around. The casserole slowly cooking on the stove and they both red-faced and giggling on those easy days when work kept Neil away from home so there was still some space left they could fill in with happiness.

And, I imagine his mother wouldn’t dress like Dolly but maybe she would kind of— wish, she could? Tease her hair a little bigger, wear her heels a little higher. Raise the hem of her skirt an inch (or two). Red lips and a fake beauty mark up the side of her lips but. She didn’t dare. Not anymore. Only twenty-five and staring at Dolly on the TV screen with her eyes full of ‘might have been’s saying ‘See that, baby? That’s what mom wanted to be’ and.

That’s how Billy imagines her, now. Shredding a tiny part of her old skin every day since she left and becoming the kind of star you can’t stop looking at ‘till has blinded you and he kind of— he doesn’t even realize, at first, what he’s doing. But he starts to style his curls a little tighter and left the buttons of his shirts unmade. Where her mother couldn’t, he starts to repaint himself into the image of a rebellion. Everything so he wouldn’t be reflected on his father's. Dangling earrings, miles of leather, cheeky jeans, bad intentions and— He doesn’t like girls, not really, but he likes looking at them and knowing, how much effort it took them too, to look that cheap. Likes to look at them knowing, that it’s not just him, that they all are diamonds on a rhinestone world. That they cut like nothing else, with the beauty of their sharp edges.

And that’s basically the reason why he paints his lips in the shape of his own heart and kisses it into Steve Harrington’s lips hard enough to stain them.

The last of Tina’s parties. Graduates saying their last goodbyes while ‘If you ain’t got love’ was playing. Steve gave him a once-over and a smirk and called him ‘Doll’. Put two fingers on his chest and said it “Just one closed button left, doll. Feels tempting” so Billy dragged him to the darkness of the backyard and left his lips so thoroughly kissed they looked lipstick-red when they parted for breath, Steve’s fingers still tangled on his hairspray-curls and saying “I knew that’s how you’d kiss me” looking at Billy with that something in his eyes, like Billy had just sliced his chest open. Like he really, really liked what he was seeing and,

He did. Steve. Really liked him. Fell in love with the flashy and trashy the too much and the too little and with everything, everything Billy had been hiding underneath. Made Billy feel at peace with the things about himself (about her) Neil never allowed. Made him shred a lifetime of war.

Let Billy be himself on purpose and then, loved him like that.

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Ok I got CARRIED AWAY but I’ve been dying to talk about this since s3 aired and saw. This:

Look at those crunchy curls and those filled-in brows and c’mon he’s so wearing copper eyeshadow akdhauhduahduad. He’s so flayed and frayed but, with style. And he does have that southern vibe and looks like, so country and so, carefully put together while TRASHY AF, and I just love how cheap he is and I’m so sure that when Dolly talked about “‘This woman that used to walk the streets had all this makeup and hair, high heel shoes. I thought she was so beautiful. And everybody used to say, ‘Oh, she ain’t nothin’ but trash.’ And I used to say, ‘Well that’s what I’m gonna be when I grow up—trash!’ And that’s kinda how I look. But I like to think I’m a little more than that’” Billy was somewhere nodding and also, that Steve was nodding too, to that last part.

Hey hey, cat! <3<3<3<3

the halloween wip is something i intended to be a short hc like ‘blablabla what if this happened!’ and ended up becoming 4+k of terrible “unknown source of magic makes them do it” pwp in which, basically:

“On the night of Halloween something happens (demon/witch/magic book/magical experimentation going wrong) and everyone becomes their costume for the night, and Billy & Steve are, how not, stuck together, babysitting the kids "As fucking always, Harrington, because for someone obnoxious reason you've become my own personal curse" "Oh, and you say it like you were a fucking blessing!" walking them around town to trick or treat when it happens.

And this is Hawkins, where apparently has become mandatory now that something strange happens every fucking year, so both the kids and Steve are kind of living in a perpetual state of alert. And that’s the reason why they kind of-- feel it. Feel that something is wrong as slowly, slowly, almost unnoticeably at first, people begin to act weird all around them. Mummies and werewolves and demons and angels and zombies and fairies and rock stars and cats and dinosaurs and every kind of creatures swarming in the halloween night. And soon, ghosts are floating. Terrifying masks look stuck to the faces of their owners. Beasts are howling out of mouths that are not human anymore. And when green and red and snake-like eyes blink at them, looking too goddam real, they know it’s time to look for help. To run”

And OF COURSE Billy and Steve end up alone together, looking for hopper after making the kids safe, but, yk, whatever is happening that we’ll never actually get to know bc this is the most self indulgent kind of pwp is getting to Steve too, changing him into his costume, into,

“He’s begun to feel the hunger.

A fucking vampire.

"We have to hurry" and when Billy looks at him, eyes wild, chest rising and falling, Steve knows he knows.

That he's changing. That Steve's gonna become dangerous. Soon.”

And *DRUMROLL!* things happen:

“And this thing inside of Steve. It's at the verge of taking over.

“We gotta make you safe, now”

“From what?” Billy asks. But he knows. And his eyes.

His eyes.

“From me, Billy”

But Billy–

Grins. His upper lip goes up. Bares his teeth. Huffs a laugh that sounds hoarse.

And maybe Steve has been––

“This is serious. I don’t wanna fucking eat you”

Billy. Slides close. Tongue digging into the sharp edge of a canine. Head tilted. Steve’s brand new instincts kick. He’s a prey now. He’s being hunted.

“Billy?”

But Billy. He looks– rapt. Reaches out. Hand cupping Steve’s face. Thumb pressing on his upper lip, rubbing at the tender flesh under the bow, saying “No, Harrington. No” running his pad downwards along the corner of his mouth and, pulling his bottom lip down, building an expectant, anticipating kind of feeling. A hook. Between the two of them “You’ve been eating me for a long time now”

The way he's looking at him— Steve wants to follow him through the darkest of paths, make an offering out of his freedom.

“What––“

Billy’s fingertips trace the shape of his jawbone and Steve backs down. Puts some space between himself and the way Billy’s staring at his lips, getting to a sudden halt when his calves hit the edge of the couch.

“Billy. What do you mean. Billy, what's happening?"

–— blind. He realizes. Steve has been so blind.

Because Billys is wrong too. Wrong. Can see it now. Eyes of an unnatural blue. Liquid. Silver-plated.

And it’s—

Sharp. Fast. The way Billy moves. Lays his palm flat over Steve's chest. Knocks the air out Steve’s lungs with the barest of touches. Because it's way he’s looking at him, what slams Steve into the couch. Breathless when Billy follows, climbs in onto his lap and,

Appetite, Steve thinks, recognizes. Appetite in the way his lashes fall, flutter, his lips part. Apettite, in the way his breath stutters.

"Steve"

He bends forward. One hand on the back of the couch. All his weight on him, caging him. Thighs clutching at his hipbones. And Steve feels them as his head hits the headrest, Billy’s knuckles, running up the shape up his throat, guiding his head up. And he feels so thirsty. Layed down on the desert. Skinned by the sun. Nailed down under his one weakness.

The one that could burn him down into ashes if Steve gets too close.

And they're close now. Close as they've never been before.

Billy's voice has the touch of velvet when he speaks. Smooth. Sleek.

"You're my fucking curse. I told you"

BUT and this is the plot twist i didn’t realize i blatantly revealed in the working title 🤦🏽‍♂️,billy isn’t dressed up for halloween so so-- he should be ok, right? R i g h t?:

“Fuck” Billy pants, nails carving half-moons on the muscle of Steve’s shoulder blades “Holy fuck”

“Hey, can you––?“

“I was a fucking joke!” Billy cuts him off, sounding like he’s wired-up, out of breath, as if he’s feeling it too. How strong it is. This craving. To lean forward again, let himself fall back into the slide of their mouths, to wrap his body around Steve and just–– give in to whatever is doing this to them. As if he feels exactly how Steve feels “I had forgotten about it but”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck–I. Fuck!”

Billy runs his hands over his hair. His breath, when it comes out, lets his whole body trembling, hips stuttering forwards like he’s trying, but can’t. Help it. As if he needs their bodies to touch.

“Billy,” Steve says, soothing. Touches his face and Billy jolts, chest heaving up, electricity at the contact “I need you to talk to me”

Billy presses his lips together. Nods. Steve has never seen him like this. Like he’s out of cover. Nowhere to run.

“It’s like. What I felt before but it's. I could control it, Steve. But now it's pulling. It's maddening and I" His voice has lowered to the volume of a plea and he closes his eyes as if it is too much, as if whatever is happening to him is growing as fast as Steve's thirst. Becoming as unbearable. Steve runs his thumb over Billy’s cheekbone and Billy whimpers a low, lewd thing. Leans into the touch and rubs his cheek on it. Sighs like it’s such a relief. Such a relief. And then he’s. Opening his mouth and sucking at the Steve’s palm, sloppy and obscene, and Steve’s cock is weeping inside his pants head bumping against the hard leather of his belt, brushing minutely with every short breath. Doesn’t remember wanting anything like he wants this. Slide his fingers into the wet heat of Billy’s mouth. Watch, as he sucks them in.

"Hey. Easy. Easy. C’mon Billy c’monc’mon you can tell me"

But Billy is barely listening to him, panting against the heel of his palm, almost gone again.

"I wanted. God, I wanted to––” chokes off a sob. His hands wander up into the strands of Steve’s hair. Tangle in there “But wouldn’t have. Steve, I would never have. I’m so fucking scared you would––”

Steve takes his wrists. Soft. Careful. Tugs him towards him. Billy’s eyes snap open, lashes fluttering like pulled right out of a dream, and he’s so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful like this, straddling Steve’s lap, lips plump and swollen because of him, tears welling up and barely contained, gleaming like moonlight in clear a sky after a storm.

“Billy, please. I need you to tell me––“

“The costume” he breathes out, not as much a word, as a whisper. The blue of his eyes science fiction and impossible.

And Steve– he doesn’t understand. It can’t be, because Billy,

“But there’s no costume. You’re not in disguise”

“One of your minions,” he says and Steve feels the ridiculous impulse of protest, as if this is just the two of them going on about their shit as they always do, and not both of them tangled into the other, bodies shivering with the need to touch “When you came to pick us up. Dustin saw me like this and made a joke. Told him the first dumb thing that came into mind and–”

He trails off, his cheeks flush, a violent shade of red, lowers his face as if he’s so ashamed, and Steve has to press his lips together, fangs rasping at the delicate flesh inside.

And it’s not just the blood what’s making him hungry, when his fingers move down to Billy’s chin, lifts his face up. He wants to find out what the tears in his eyes taste like. Wants to relish in him. Find a way under his clothes and––

“Tell me”

“I was just joking”

––make him his. All his. And Nonono.

“Billy. What are you?”

“An incubus”

Andddd, that's TMI i know. Hopefully I'll finish it for next Halloween *crosses all fingers* bc I had such a good time writing it and isn't that far from being complete and, adashuhdsahd, I just LOVE the "x makes them do it" kind of fics but I think this was my first actual try at one?

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 i LOVE your braiding hcs and this is sosososososoSO beautiful!!! the idea of both of them regulary bringing flowers to the house and doing something so dedicated and delicate as it's braiding somebody else's hair, an act so intimate and so full of love i 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗. and the pressed flowers 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸.

And! Steve with a crown braid!!!!&#&&@&^#&@&#. I imagine Billy learning how to braid it on himself first, keeping it in secret because he wants it to be a surprise and then when he's sure he's good enough he makes it on Steve, doesn't let him check himself on the mirror until he's finished but when he finally does steve can't stop smiling at his reflection, braid gorgeously full and on the perfect side of messy, flowers pinned in between the loops,

"and this?"

and billy shrugs but it's not able to hide how his breath is hitching, his heart beating so much faster

"you've always been my king. will forever be" and

🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑🌸👑

(later, steve will save those flowers inside Billy's favorite book)

I love the idea of them staying in Hawkins, at least for a little bit. They live in Steve’s house for nearly a year before getting their own apartment in town with the surprising support of Steve’s parents. (“anything to get you out of the damn house”). Steve is surprised when Billy came home with the leasing, thinking Billy wouldn’t want to dig his feet to deep into the Indiana soil. But he was insistent.

They liked their little one-bedroom. Liked to watch all the heads turn when they realized there were two men living there, one of those men being Billy, someone you didn’t want to have on your bad side. And they liked that they were still close to their friends. Robin and Nancy and Jonathan had all moved away for college, but all the kids were still there, and Billy liked being able to see Max everyday and give her a place that wasn’t her own home.

Steve was surprised to see Billy so happy here. When they first had gotten together all Billy could talk about was moving to California and showing Steve the ocean and most importantly getting away from Neil. But Billy seemed happy growing roots here, and it was confusing. Steve liked Hawkins well enough, but he’d be lying if he said all that talk about pacific beaches didn’t get him excited.

Steve brings it up to Billy one day, asks him if he would rather be living back home.

And he just says “This is home. Because you’re here.”

Eventually they do move out west to California, but only after the whole party has graduated and gone their separate ways, but always promising to keep in touch. But Billy doesn’t take that long to finally show Steve the ocean.

(sorry this is so long. wanted to make it extra special!! hope you have a wonderful birthday 💗💗)

OMG IT IS EXTRA EXPECIAL!!!!!!! 💖💖💖 I love love LOVE this headcanon and the idea they stay in hawking until the kids are older, making sure they're safe because its beautiful 💗💗 and also i do think too it's what they'd do. But also, finally moving away and near those pacific beaches and a pacific life and! MY HEART EXPLODES!!! :D

This is. SO CUTE I HDKSHDKWHDJJS. I love domesticity with my whole heart!!!

and omg i can imagine them so clearly, taking the fist sip at the same time like " three, two, one!!" and then one makes a face and the other makes a face back, and both have their mouths still pretty much full of sour, horrible tea, and then billy lifts a tense brown and steve's mouth starts quircking up and— they burst out into laughter, tea spilling everywhere and is gross and they make a MESS but 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 because this little, ordinarily amazing thing that has become one of ~their~ first rituals as a couple and in their home and 💗💖💗💞💖💞💖💞💘💞💖💗

And when the tea is good they both go so soft, smiling at each other from over their steamy mugs and "so you actually like my gift, don't you, hargrove?" and billy plays it hard with a 'maybe" but gives steve a caramel-flavoured kiss, the kind that in their own, shared language means yes (and then he gets another one). 🎉🎉🎉🎉

I was tagged by @ihni @cherrydreamer @disdaidal @memes-saved-me @ghostofjellyfishforgotten @cupidsintern & @foxie-herminah thank you all! 💗💗💗💗💗

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

ok so, some of these are in eng, some are in spa, some in spanglish like in a ricky martin song, some have and spa working title but are actually in eng... xD so, i can't guarantee i have a snipped to share but at least i can tell you about them if you feel interested or, you know, surprise language! :D

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1 .A traves de la puerta | (through the door)

2 .Broken Camaro

3 .Casa encantada | (haunted house)

4 .Segadores | (lawnmowers)

5 .Boots. nsfw anon

6 .Boys of summer

7 .King Steve directs billy

8 .Leave the light on

9 .camboys

10 .Quit smoking

11 .Roonmates. Can you do that to me. cali boys

12 .Officer billy!

13 .It the demodog

14 .the war

15 .showers

16 .some things go | stommy

17 .Prompt stick

18 .A la madre de Tommy le gusta Billy | (tommy's mom likes billy) (in a mom way!) tomgrove

19 .The way of the heartless

20 .Halloween. Vampire and succubo

21 .Kegboys. Like the devil and the deep blue sea

22 .fifteen seconds to the end of summer | (sterek)

23. billy hates the cold

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