Psychoanalyze this!

They are the moment

When drunk/high Billy gets giggly and happy. A complete 180° from what he usually is. The first time anyone saw a truly drunk Billy Hargrove it was just at some random party on a random Wednesday night, no different from any other party. Except, this party was at Emma Turners house who is known for mixing the strongest punch without any alcohol taste. Therefor, Billy’s downing cup after cup thinking he will need a lot in order to even feel it. 20 minutes later and he’s hanging off of people all touchy and giggling his ass off at every joke, no matter who said it and if it was actually funny or not. People quickly take notice of his new personality but Billy doesn’t take notice of all the extra eyes on him. Somehow he ends up sitting with the group of losers and he’s having a blast. More fun than he’s had since he moved to this stupid hick town. These losers are actually pretty funny and aren’t staring at him like he’s a psycho like all his usual gang is currently. Not that he’s even taken notice to these sorts of things at the moment. He’s to busy giggling up a storm with some guy that’s wearing a kilt and some girl who’s wearing clothes that are way to baggy while he stuffs his face with whatever chips are in reach with one hand and he’s twirling his own hair with the other as he gossips away.

I step out for an evening and y’all Goncharov a new Billy ship???

Never underestimate the Billy fandom's commitment taking a random character and fleshing them out just for funnsies (so they can fuck Billy real good)

Billy watches as Steve slips through the crowd, eyes red and hand covering his nose and mouth until he's out the front door and gone. He's far too drunk, way too on edge to deal with his unattainable mission of the night to walk right out the door before midnight even hits. His plan to corner him alone, get him riled up enough to make Steve do something about it a very dumb one but the rejection before the question is enough to send Billy to the punch ball that Wheeler herself had taken full advantage of by the state of her stumbling out of the hallway.

Two cups down and whatever had been mixed in that bowl was doing wonders because the room was losing focus and the anger in his limbs was gone, replaced by the need to get fucked by someone before the night was up. Harrington was a lost cause but someone in this hell town had to be gay enough to accept a drunken hole in a quiet room.

That's when he sees him. Bare, meaty chest exposed to the crowd of wasted teens swaying with a smile that sent a rush of warmth through him. Arms of a wrestler, thick and raised in the air as he starts to make his way off the make shift dance floor of the living room area. Before Billy even realised he was walking he was following him down the hallway towards what he guessed was the bathroom and sure enough he turned to glance at Billy and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dude, can I help you?" he asked seeming pretty sober but Billy wasn't able to tell.

"Maybe," Billy grinned and to his surprise the boy in the kilt smiled back.

"You're new? Are you the Cali boy people are talking about?"

"Maybe."

"Is that the only work you know," he laughed. It was deep but sweet.

Billy stopped himself from saying it again but the two of them shared another laugh. This time though, he stepped closer to Billy and touched the collar of his leather jacket.

"Terminator or an excuse to be shirtless?" he asked.

Billy stepped even closer and slipped a finger into the waist band of his kilt. "I'd ask you the same but I don't know any scottish movies."

When they laughed Billy glanced at the bathroom door only a few feet from where they were standing and he must have got the idea because next thing Billy knows, he's being pulled his his jacket inside and the door is locked.

He pushes Billy against the sink, eyes burning into his body as his strong hands run up his beer and sweat covered torso before stopping to unzip his jeans and pull them down. No underwear as always so his half hard dick springs free just as he watches the kilt shift on its own...

Without a word Billy turns around and lets his jeans fall to his ankles, the cold surface of the counter sending a chill over his warm skin but before he can even get a purchase on the marble he feels hands spreading his cheeks and spit hit his hole.

"Fuck me," he breathes and sure enough kilt boy pushes himself inside without question.

More prep would have been better but Billy wants it too bad to care, he'll deal with it tomorrow and oh boy he will because he's thick. He feels himself being stretched as his hands hold his hips in place, his own dick trapped against the cupboard below.

The rest is a blur of strong hands, watching the expressions on his face in the mirror and finally the weight of this big boy on him as he comes deep inside satisfying Billy's final mission of the night. He's too drunk to finish himself but the look the boy in the kilt gives him as he pulls up his jeans and turns around is enough for now.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever done," he smiles as sweat rolls down his chest. "We gotta do that again."

"Maybe," Billy smirks and buttons his fly before turning to open the door.

"Before you go, what's your name?"

"Billy."

"Charlie."

"I'll see you at school then, Charlie."

kilt guy being the laid back, go-with-the-flow type and immediately reminding billy of argyle which is why he’s drawn to him in the first place.

kilt guy (who i’ve named scott for obvious reasons) letting billy come round whenever, knowing when billy needs sex or when he just needs a hug.

(he’s the only person other than max and el who cries at billy’s funeral)

i've only had kilt guy for less than a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

Scott wears nothing under his kilts, so Billy has easy access 🤭

Sometimes Billy will lie down between his boyfriend's strong, sturdy legs, his mouth directly under Scott's dangling cock-

"Be patient," Scott murmurs. "Good things come to those who wait."

(dying on the hill of Billy wanting to be called good boy in every ship)

he'll let billy suck and bite on those meaty thighs but that's all he's getting if he doesn't calm his ass down lol

scott's a softie tho, he doesn't make billy wait too long before bending him in half, all billy has to do is get his lip quivering and his eyes a little wet and the man's a goner ;)

Billy fandom: kilt guy

Me at midnight for no reason:

The funniest thing to happen would be for Steve to finally get a clue about Billy liking him, but then get jealous of Kilt Guy. Kilt Guy is such a chill guy about everything, so any metaphorical daggers Steve throws at him just bounce right off his beautiful tits. The jealousy is a turn on for Billy, though. Sometimes he plays up his interactions with Kilt Guy to piss off Steve so that Steve will finally stop being such a pussy about fucking him hard. When Steve finally gets over himself, he realizes Kilt Guy is his greatest ally when it comes to understanding Billy. The guy gives great advice, especially when Billy is being a brat… but the next time Kilt Guy sees Billy even a little bit upset, like genuinely upset and distant and just off, he corners Steve and gives him his own version of a shovel talk. He doesn’t have to say much. Just put a big hand on his shoulder, smile, and tell him what he would do for Billy if he was having problems.

i MIGHT try to write a smut thing about bottom stripper billy in which he gives a lapdance and what not 👀, i'm just undecided if it should involve steve or clyde (kilt guy - the name i gave him)...

y'all help me to chose lol

billy going to kilt guys a couple days after the fight at the byers and having someone actually validate his feelings about that night

*Not H*arringrove. I excluded it for a reason. It will win. I know it will. I don't want it to. I'm so sorry. Again, nothing against the shippers.

a quick sketch of billy x kilt guy that i cannot be bothered to clean up, colour or shade lmao