I think Billy developed a full-on obsession with Steve, because he realized that actually taking Steve’s spot wasn’t as easy as he thought.
It didn’t matter if Billy was cooler than Steve, played ball better than Steve, drank more beer than Steve or got more girls than Steve.
People loved Steve—like, actually loved him. And he could never beat Steve because everyone loved and protected Steve.
But nobody loved and protected Billy.
So I think Billy just accepted it as a loss, but obsessed over Steve, wondering why everyone, even Max, adored him so much.
Eventually he learns why, and he starts to love him too, perhaps.
Steve on the other hand just can’t figure Billy out and it occupies his mind all the time, like “what’s this guy’s deal?” And they’re occasionally catching glances of each other, but nobody wants to start something over it so they pointedly look away, pretending they’re not staring at each other all the time.
It feels like they see each other more after the fight than they did beforehand. But subconsciously, they’re always seeking each other out.
A little ways into her first year at Hawkins High School Max finds a little "Billy Hargrove was here" carved into a desk at the back of one of her classes.
A while after that, when she's looking for some space to be alone for a while she finds another written in sharpie on the underside of the bleachers out by the furthest field from the rest of the school.
After that she starts looking for them.
She finds another in the back of the school auditorium, another on one of the tables in the cafeteria. She finds a few more looking around in the boys locker room and bathrooms, and in the girls too.
She finds them outside of school too. Scratched into the side of a boulder out in the woods, scribbled on the wall of a booth at the diner.
Tiny little reminders scattered through out Hawkins, all proclaiming the same thing.
Let’s all celebrate the beauty of Harringrove and the fandom creators together. Join us on December 22, 2023, to spectate the 24 Hour Harringrove Relay Race!
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: ̗̀➛ The meaning behind the artwork:
A winter flower, the camellia is prized for its exquisitely shaped petals and evergreen foliage. Deep red camellias can symbolize passion, love, romance, and desire and convey “my heart bleeds for you”
Blue roses are rare, and a popular gift among lovers, who often give them to express their feelings for one another. Dark shades of blue roses mean mystery and a dream come true. They represent the attainment of the impossible.
These flowers are a display of love ♡
Artwork credit goes to the talented Albsans
: ̗̀➛ What is the Harringrove Relay Race?
A relay race is an event where every hour (or more, or less, depending on the number of participants), a creator reveals their work at an assigned time, and then "passes the baton" by introducing the next creator in line to reveal their work.
This particular event will last for 24 hours nonstop until all the works have been revealed.
After the relay race, the artists and authors will receive a PDF memory book of all the works contributed to the race, as a thank-you for taking part.
: ̗̀➛ Where will it take place?
December 22nd, 2023 on Tumblr. All works will be shared under the #harringrove relay race tag.
Artists and authors are free to reveal their works on other platforms as long as it is at their assigned time.
: ̗̀➛ When will the timetable and participants be revealed?
The timetable and list of participants will be revealed on December 1st, to give participants time to schedule their work or be available at their reveal time.
: ̗̀➛ Can I participate?
Participants in the race have been personally invited, but you can support the creators by reblogging, liking, and leaving positive feedback.
Hopefully, there will be another relay race and you are welcome to send a message if you’re interested in participating next time!
There is no specific criteria or application process. we just reached out to as many people as we could think of, in the hopes that this would be successful ♡
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currently working on a harringrove grease au and i can’t lie it’s making me feel so refreshed and invigorated 😭💗 something to work on and distract myself with when school is making me crazy 💖
The problem is, Steve doesn't ask Billy to be his boyfriend.
He tiptoes around it.
He calls Billy at midnight and begs him to come over because it's important, but Neil took the Camaro and Billy's stranded on Cherry Shit Street, so he slams the receiver down and goes to bed.
But the thing about a Harrington is they can't rub two braincells together, so he comes to get Billy, anyway.
And that's the problem. He climbs through Billy's window and bangs his head on the windscreen and once they're sure Neil's still snoring himself to death, Steve begs Billy to go out into the cold so they can watch Terminator on Steve's plasma screen. All big brown eyes and, I'll be good, I promise.
But it's midnight.
Billy goes, anyway.
And they've been doing this long enough that Billy shouldn't be surprised when they only make it ten minutes into When Harry Met Sally, fuckin' liar, and Steve's got his hand in Billy's pants.
They barely make it upstairs.
The problem is, Steve scrunches his nose when he comes inside of Billy, and they've been doing this long enough that Billy shouldn't get hot in the face over something like forgetting the condom.
But it turns out that fucking Steve is like that movie where the guy has to live the same day over and over again, only it's perfect. And Billy doesn't mind.
The problem is, he'd have to be dragged, kicking and screaming, away from this.
Steve makes a high, pretty noise in the back of his throat like always, and collapses on top of Billy like always, and says, panting so hard that he sucks a mouthful of Billy's neck, "You're amazing."
Which is different. Earnest. It stops Billy in his tracks to that warm, familiar afterglow.
"What?" Billy demands, suddenly terrified, but.
Steve's eyes sparkle, "I'm serious, Bill. You're. You're so perfect--"
"Get off of me," Billy says. Has to do something about this. Ruin the moment before it destroys his snow globe daydream.
Steve looks wounded. "Sorry," He says.
There's a lump in Billy's throat, like he caught Steve's whiny little noise, somehow, and he's trying to grow something from its wonder. Billy shoves gently at Steve's shoulders, "I have to piss," he says, so he doesn't break any hearts, and Steve pulls out.
Hissing while he does it. Smiling all dopey and soft when Billy gets out of bed and pulls a t-shirt on. He didn't check who's it was, so.
It's Steve's. It smells like him.
Steve lays back in bed with his fingers tucked under his sex-ruined brown mop and tracks the way the hem of his t-shirt flaps softly just below Billy's sack.
"Stop starting at me," Billy says.
"I'm not."
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"Nothing else in the room to look at," Steve shrugs. He reaches into the night stand and pulls away with a pack of cigarettes. His Nona's ashtray, cut from clay the shape of an apple core, just like always. "Thought you had to wiz?"
Billy goes to the bathroom.
He doesn't have to pee so he cleans himself up, instead, splashing water through his curls and using Steve's toothbrush to scrub the taste of cock from his back molars. Billy thinks that if they can forget the condom he can use the toothbrush. Eye for an eye, sorta thing.
When he gets back to Steve's room, Steve's asleep.
Which isn't normal, either.
It pisses Billy off because Steve didn't ask Billy to stay over even though Steve's the one who picked him up from his dad's house in the middle of the night.
Steve never asks. That's his problem.
So Billy snatches the book he started reading the last time he was stranded here from Steve's nightstand and tries not to jostle the mattress too much when he slips under the covers.
Steve's cute when he sleeps.
In the few times Billy's seen it, that never changes. Steve snores softly, barely ruffling the air around him, and he clings like a vine.
Billy tries not to smile and fails when Steve curls around him, his pretty brown eyes fluttering at the sound of Billy opening the book.
"You're reading?"
"That a problem? You're ready for round two?"
"No, I just--"
"If you don't want to fuck I'll just leave." Billy tosses the book onto the nightstand, smirking when warm, soft hands curl around his belly to keep him in place.
"I drove you, asshole."
"Then you'd better get your ass out of bed and get dressed. It's forty-degrees out and I'm not walking from your pink fucking palace all the way home to the shit shack."
Steve blinks at him, wide and owlish. "Are you referring to my cock at the pink palace?"
"Your house, dipshit," Billy laughs, loud and sudden, from the pit of his belly. It feels good. Steve's fingers poke and prod and him, and that feels better.
Big brown eyes search him. "Stay with me."
Billy shouldn't. "No," He says, just to be difficult.
"Why not?"
"I have to be up early tomorrow."
"Move in with me," Steve says, tugging and pulling until Billy falls onto the mattress next to him. "Stay here forever, you can sleep in and I'll make you breakfast if you promise to be nice."
His fingers trace the curve of Billy's jaw. Billy wants to bite him, so he does, sucking on Steve's wrist to see if the skin will fall away.
"Ow," Steve snaps, watching him, "You're so mean to me."
Billy spits his palm out. "You love it."
"I love you," Steve says. Easy like summer days.
Billy's stomach flattens itself, pushing down into his spine until it feels like he's being pulled through the mattress, and the floor, down into the darkness of the Earth. "Is that what was so important? You had to drag me out of my bed just to tell me--"
"Your bed sucks. You sleep so much better here."
"I've never slept here, before."
"You are. Tonight. Every night after that, too," Steve wets his lips, eyes sparkling. "Say something, Billy."
Billy sits, breathing until the heavy feeling in his stomach evens out. "You never ask me what I want," Billy tells the wall. "You never do, you always just tell me what's going to happen. Why do you do that?"
"Because if I give you a chance, you might say no."
Billy looks back, his heart ramming into his ribs at the soft, sweet look on Steve's face.
It's ridiculous, what those eyes do to him. That mouth. Billy wants to kiss him. It's a sharp, familiar feeling that's brand new every time. So intense.
"You piss me off," Billy says.
"I love you," Steve's still propped on one arm, easy as pie, staring at him. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to hurt you--"
"So, what?" Billy snaps, suddenly furious. "You love me--"
"--and you love me--"
"Harrington," Billy smiles in spite of himself and it hurts. Like the way healing bones do. He scrubs a hand across his face and tucks back onto the mattress, frowning when Steve doesn't settle with him.
They stare at each other.
They think about how long they've been doing this, and all the ways they fit together perfectly and all the ways they almost do.
Finally, Billy sighs. "So I love you and you love me, and what? We're together, now?"
"We already were."
"Could've fooled me."
"You're my boyfriend," Steve says, soft and full of wonder. He kisses the corner of Billy's mouth, "You don't get to say no. I love you."
"Fine," Billy says, red-faced. "Can we go to bed, now? Dick."
Would you be interested in a discord server just for (positively) freaking the fuck out over other Billy/Harringrove fandom members?
Yeah, I’d be interested
Nah, not my thing
Depends/need more info
Voting ended onSep 23, 2023
So basically- very much in the genre of my positivity posts where it’s primarily focused on lifting people up in the Billy/Harringrove/mungrove/harringroveson/hellcheergroveton ect fandom, especially people you’ve seen who’ve been having a hard time and then just running to their blog and showering them with positivity. Also for recommending blogs you don’t think are getting enough love, are having a hard time with antis or just want to freak the fuck out about in general. And of course, lifting up the other people in the server as well.
*As much as I’d love to take on everyone who’s interested, depending on how many people show interest in it, I’m potentially gonna have to create a cap on numbers, but yk we’ll see how many people want to join. (Also if you are interested, reblogging with like visual confirmation would be v much appreciated for my autistic brain.)
Just tagging a few friends, mutuals and people I think (well I hope) would like a server like this
please please please someone drop some mean steve/king steve fics below for me 😓 it’s genuinely one of my favorites and i’m in such a mood for it I’ve already began plotting my own fic 😭
Eddie, Robin and Billy when they catch each other sneaking out of Jason, Heather, and Steve’s bedrooms respectively on a bright sunny morning in Loch Nora.
A lil unedited snippet of a long ass modern au I’ve been working on (it’s already at 40K and I’m not even halfway through) about OnlyFans Creator Steve and YouTube/TikTok Influencer Billy! NSFW of course 😘
Warnings: mentions of porn, Steve still in Straight Boy Steve mode, masturbation
“Shit,” Billy exhaled, eyes wide as he turned that over in his head. “That’s a lot of money for one video.”
“Right?” Steve looked at his phone, cringing at the thought of turning that kind of money down for a single custom request. “Oh well, I’m not gay anyways.”
“You’re telling me you couldn’t just stick it in a hole and think of Indiana for that much money?” Billy asked, tone incredulous.
Steve’s chuckles turned into full blown laughter when they made eye contact which set Billy off too. Kicking his legs out from under himself and planting them on the table next to Billy’s, Steve continued to stare at the amount in wonder.
It wasn’t just a regular custom request either. She was offering $1,111 for a first watch. She was saying he could send it out to the masses after a week. He’d had several requests for it since the first pictures of him and Billy hanging out had gone viral. He couldn’t imagine what he’d make after the $1,111.
“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged, turning his phone screen off as he settled in to continue watching the YouTube video still playing. “I guess, but it’s not like it matters anyways, you’ve got your reputation to worry about.”
“I didn’t want one to begin with,” Billy dismissed easily. “I have to hustle so fucking hard to find a sponsor to make, like, half of what you do on your weekly videos, much less getting $1,111 for one view! Now you’re telling me I could make just as much for getting fucked by your big ass cock? It’s unfair, I picked the wrong career to float me through college.”
“So you’d be into it?” Steve was very confused.
Was Billy suggesting that they actually give it a shot or just complaining to complain?
“I don’t know, maybe. Can you even get off with a dude?” Billy asked, shutting his MacBook and tossing it to the end of the couch.
“I mean,” Steve dragged out as he thought about it.
It was just like getting off with a girl, right?
“It can’t be that hard,” Steve decided, eyeing Billy contemplatively.
Billy gaped at him for a few beats before rolling his eyes and scoffing. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his attention to the YouTube video still playing in the background. Steve burned at being dismissed so easily.
“Fine,” Steve declared, grabbing Billy’s phone and shoving it as his chest. “Let’s watch some gay porn and I’ll see if I can get off to it.”
“You can’t be serious, Steve,” Billy frowned at him, clutching his phone to his chest.
“Deadly,” Steve said, staring Billy down, refusing to give up.
Groaning like Steve was asking him to single handedly fix the climate crisis, Billy pulled up Safari and AirPlayed it to the TV. Steve turned around to watch him type PornHub into the browser.
“PornHub?” Steve cried, scandalized that Billy would even dare.
“I don’t have an OnlyFans account and you can get whole videos for free on PornHub,” Billy argued as he started scrolling through videos.
Steve was appalled. Personally offended.
“Creators only make penny’s per view on here, Billy,” Steve protested as Billy clicked on a video.
Rolling his eyes, Billy skipped the lewd ad and tossed his phone back onto the couch and settled in as the video started on the TV.
There was some horrible acting revolving around being in the locker room after practice for some undetermined sport. Steve didn’t miss the obvious parallels and bumped his shoulder into Billy’s when he saw him smirk out of the corner of his eye.
“You don’t have to deal with sad attempts at acting like this on OnlyFans,” Steve sniffed as the two actors flirted terribly.
“Shut up and watch the porn, you asshole,” Billy chuckled.
Sighing, Steve gave the video his full attention. The two guys were objectively attractive. He didn’t really feel one way or another as he watched them kiss and start undressing though.
He settled back into the couch, watching the two guys rub at each other through their briefs. Steve let his mind wander, already bored with the video. Could he fuck a guy for money?
He’d talked a big game a few minutes earlier, but he wasn’t so sure. Steve had never been attracted to a guy in his entire 21 years of life. Had never even thought about kissing a dude or thought twice about a man.
That was a lie. He’d thought twice about Billy a lot in high school. Only because Billy was constantly in his face and on his ass though. He’d become a bit consumed by his frustration with Billy for a little while there. Nothing gay though.
One of the guys dropped to the floor and immediately throated the other dude. It was kind of impressive. Steve vaguely wondered if Billy could do that. The noises coming from the TV were obscene and it had low level arousal crackling in Steve’s gut, but not enough to make him hard.
Steve’s attention was stolen back by the TV as one of the guys started eating the other’s ass. It was cool to know that ass eating was so universal, not bound by any one sexuality. He wondered how different eating a dude's ass was compared to doing it to a woman.
He considered asking Billy, but they were already watching porn together, he didn’t want to make it even more weird. Billy had mentioned Steve doing the fucking, he wondered if Billy would want to do it that way or if he’d want to fuck Steve. Steve wasn’t so sure if he’d be into that.
Billy shifted next to him, his bicep bumping against Steve’s. He tried to imagine eating Billy’s ass. It would probably be pretty hot, if Billy was a chick he’d have Steve’s dream ass for a partner.
Steve’s dick twitched at the sounds of moaning and focused on the screen again. One of the men was pouring lube along the other’s crack and pushing it in with his fingers. Steve considered touching himself just a little bit to see if that was enough to get him hard in combination with the foreplay happening on the TV.
It shouldn’t be too weird. They’d started the video with the intention of Steve seeing if he could get off to it. Steve gave in and slid his hand into his sweats to rub at himself through his boxer-briefs just as the guy on screen sunk into the other man.
Billy sucked in a sharp breath next to him and Steve felt himself start to chub up. Maybe he’d just been expecting too much, too early. Waiting till the actual fucking started must be the trick.
Rubbing at himself a little more insistently, Steve caught a whiff of Billy’s cologne as he crossed his arms, elbow bumping into Steve’s arm. Steve felt himself fill out further, his blood tingling with the electricity of arousal as he watched the two men on screen start going at it.
Humming as his cock reached full hardness, Steve pulled his hand out of his sweats, licked his palm and shoved it into his underwear to wrap his hand around himself.
“Christ,” Billy breathed, shifting around again.
Steve wanted to make a joke about how Billy had agreed to this exact thing happening, but he didn’t want to make it awkward. He decided to keep his mouth shut and start jerking himself off lazily as he tried to refocus on the screen.
On the TV, the two dudes were fucking rough and hard, both moaning loud and obnoxious. The dramatics were a bit of a turn off, but Steve was determined to make his point. He tried to let himself just get absorbed in the mechanics of two bodies engaging in sex.
He didn’t think it would work if Billy sounded like that. He rubbed his thumb under the head of his dick, biting his lip as he tried not to lose his hard on. Billy’s foot started bouncing on the edge of the coffee table, shaking Steve’s leg in the process.
Steve felt a fat drop of precum blurt out of his cock. He started working his hand a little faster as the men on screen switched positions, from doggy to missionary. Maybe Steve was lame, but he fucking loved missionary.
He moaned under his breath a little bit as more precum started leaking out of the head of his dick, making the slide a little easier. Billy let out a sharp breath, shifting on the couch a little more aggressively.
Steve glanced over to see Billy flushing, arms still crossed over his chest. Letting his gaze drop to Billy’s lap, Steve could see that Billy’s dick was hard as a rock in his sweats. Before he could think twice, Steve was running his mouth.
“It’s cool if you get off too,” Steve whispered, eyes locked on Billy’s now burning red face. “Kinda the point if we’re actually gonna make the video.”
With a huff, Billy dropped his arms, letting a hand settle against the outline of his dick. When he started rubbing at it gently, Steve turned his attention back to the screen. The moans still sounded so fake and it was hot to watch people get off but the performance of it all was settling wrong in Steve’s gut.
He shoved his sweats and boxer briefs down to free his cock, hoping that eliminating the restriction of movements might help. Billy gasped quietly next to him, breath warm on Steve’s shoulder and Steve’s dick twitched in his hand. Steve turned to look at Billy, eyes sticking on the movement of Billy’s hand in his sweats.
The soft, breathy, little groans Billy was letting out were so much better than the obnoxious noises coming from the TV. Steve knew he liked his porn more authentic though so it wasn’t too much of a surprise to him.
He briefly wondered what Billy looked like hard. Steve had seen him soft in the showers after basketball more times than he could count. That thought sent Steve into a tailspin wondering how Billy had never gotten hard in the locker room.
Maybe he’d never been attracted to anyone on the team. Which had Steve wondering what Billy’s type was. Would Billy be able to get off with Steve? He had to know.
“Wanna see it,” Steve murmured, looking up at Billy’s face when blue eyes snapped to meet his.
Billy stared him down for a moment, chewing on his bottom before finally pulling his cock out. Steve let his eyes drop to Billy’s dick, curious. He wasn’t as long as Steve but he was a little bit thicker.
Groaning, Steve started fisting his cock a little harder. Yeah, he could do this. They both watched each other work their hands over their dicks for several beats. Billy moaned as he thumbed over the head of his cock.
Steve licked his lips as he leaned forward a little bit to get a better look at the precum leaking out of Billy’s dick. Aesthetically speaking, Billy’s cock looked great in his fist. Steve wondered if he would need to suck Billy’s dick if they filmed together.
He got stuck on thinking about what cum might taste like. Some women acted like it tasted like a five star meal while others acted like they were drinking battery acid. Steve was curious which one it actually was.
Letting his eyes drift up to Billy’s face to check in on how he was faring, Steve lost himself for a moment as his gaze locked with Billy’s intense fiery blue eyes. Steve’s cock twitched in his hand as Billy licked his lips in his peripheral.
Billy had such girly lips. Steve wondered if they were as soft as a chick’s. He’d have to find out if they were gonna film together.
“Lemme just,” Steve whispered as he reached his free hand out to bury in Billy’s curls.
Billy nodded, gaze dropping to Steve’s lips, as he let Steve pull him forward and smash their lips together. Grunting and tilting his head, Billy swiped his tongue over Steve’s lips. Without a second thought, he parted his lips and moaned as Billy licked into his mouth.
Twisting his hand around his dick just a little bit faster, Steve fell into the kiss. He liked kissing. Billy was actually a really good kisser.
Steve was so distracted by the kiss he couldn’t even hear the sounds coming from the TV anymore and he was grateful.
The wet smack of their lips, Billy’s breathy groans, the slick sound of their hands on their cocks, Steve’s own pleased noises getting lost in Billy’s mouth. It all sounded so much better than what was on screen and it had electricity crackling through Steve’s veins as he hurtled closer and closer to an orgasm.
Billy pulled away, gasping for air before he dove back in. He buried a hand in Steve’s hair and tugged roughly. He angled Steve’s head until the kiss was even more wet and deep, even more perfect. Steve whined as his impending orgasm tingled low in his gut.
It was when Billy started sucking on his tongue that Steve felt lightning bolt up his spine and through his finger tips. He froze as his orgasm sparked through him, whining into Billy’s mouth as his cum spilled wildly over his own fist.
Billy ripped away from Steve, his gaze dropping to Steve’s dick as Steve fisted the last of his cum out. Shuddering as he made a concerned choking noise, Billy’s hand sped up on his own cock as he started to shoot up onto his bare chest. Steve watched, fascinated as Billy trembled silently through his orgasm.
They both collapsed into the couch, panting, dicks still out. Steve grinned to himself as he realized he’d won. He’d actually done it even though Billy implied he couldn’t. It’d been a pretty good orgasm too.
“Told you so,” Steve gasped out, turning his pleased smile on Billy.
Billy just looked at him like he’d lost his damn mind, chest still rising and falling rapidly.
“So are you in or are you in?” Steve asked, wiping his hand on his already soiled t-shirt.
“Guess I’m in,” Billy agreed, although he looked as if he felt shocked by his own words.
do you ever want to just shield your favorite characters from certain people because they just don’t get them and therefore shouldn’t even be allowed to look at them let alone talk about them
i have so many WIPS I’m working on right now (both chaptered and oneshots) and i have one fic that’s going to be just pure smut 😳🫣 i’ve always been a super plot/storyline driven and not really factored smut into most of my fics but i’m excited for this one 🤭😊
Max calls Steve first. Asks him to pick her up from the hospital.
He floors it there, and when he arrives, max is angrier than he’s ever seen her and her mother is sobbing into her hands. Billy is in surgery. Neil stayed home.
Steve has a moment of sudden and immediate understanding that almost knocks him off his feet, and all concern, anger, and fear, are locked behind a wall. He just feels calm. He reassures Susan that he’ll take max home, and they leave hand in hand for the first time.
He takes her home. Not back to cherry lane, of course. He drops her in his driveway, gives her his house key and 20 bucks and tells her to order a pizza. He rips out of the drive before she can ask where he’s going. His bat is in the trunk.
He slams to a stop outside the house on cherry lane with a squeal of brakes that would have made him nauseous any other time. He is still too calm to care. He kicks the front door in, startling Neil Hargrove off the couch.
Neil is shouting, Steve thinks, but he doesn’t even register it. He starts swinging. Doesn’t stop until Neil can no longer find breath to beg for mercy. He isn’t dead. That would be too easy. He won’t forget Steve for a very long time, however. He made sure of that.
He still hasn’t spoken a word. Steve rummages in the kitchen until he finds two rolls of black bin bags, and takes them upstairs, trying doors till he finds Billy’s room. His eye twitches at the lock on the outside of the door.
He packs bags full of Billy’s things, careful not to look too hard at anything that might be private. He takes them down to his car, ignoring Neil wheezing on the floor. He pulls the landline out of his hand with ease and puts it in the still full sink.
White ceramic crunches under his feet. A broken plate. That’s all it was. Billy broke a plate, and now he might not wake up.
Steve rifles through the files in the cabinet next to Neil and Susan’s bed. Birth certificate, social security card, previous medical records and school reports. He takes everything with Billy’s name on it.
The only time he speaks is once everything is loaded into his car. He kneels next to Neil’s head and slaps him out of his groggy state, ignoring his groans of pain.
“Don’t bother calling the police. I called my lawyer before I even got here and if you make trouble for me, he. Will. Bury. You. Understand?”
Neil nods weakly.
“Great. Pull yourself together and get the fuck out of Hawkins. Don’t even think about screwing Susan over, either. I’m gonna make sure she gets all the alimony she possibly can outta you.”
He smiles, ugly and vindictive, and leaves. Drives home with his backseat piled high with billy’s life.
post s3/4 steve and billy seeing each other in a gay bar years after billy left hawkins the second he was recovered enough. steve and robin moved to california and go out for the night, seeing billy with his friends. both robin and billy’s friends notice the tension so they kinda try to steer steve and billy towards each other. steve caves and goes over to billy, asking to get him a drink and talk. it’s awkward for about the first hour, and robin’s nervously standing with billy’s cool friends. of course she’s especially nervous around the pretty girl in leather who keeps smiling at her. after the drinks kick in, the conversation’s less awkward. they’re laughing more about their past selves, the tone is lighter. then the music’s getting better and suddenly they’re on the dance floor, practically on top of each other. robin and billy’s friends are all pleasantly surprised because apparently billy’s been a lot more quiet and introverted since he came back from hawkins. only agreed to go out tonight after lots of convincing. steve’s just never found a guy who interested him enough. hadn’t realized the standard he set in his head was billy. then they live happily ever after 🫶
