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Bad Steve🖤

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pretty much

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Stranger things season 4 would’ve been so funny if billy survived but he didn’t ever actually integrate into the group. He just kept pulling the “I died for you people” to get him out of stuff.

“Billy we need to go research this weird family that got murdered in the 50s” “I didn’t die so I could do homework after high school”

“Billy there’s a mob forming in the town that’s after us” “I already died. What are they gonna do? Kill me again? Not my problem”

“Billy the whole town is gonna collapse if we don’t fight vecna” “I saved this town once already I don’t do repeat performances”

The only time anyone can get him to do anything is when Robin and Nancy bring a shirtless injured steve home and billys like “alright move bitches” and shoos them away so he can get his hands on harringtons hairy tits fix his wounds

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More serennedy =3 and scientist luis

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MORE MORE MORE

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Luis and Leon take five.

(Ya'll liked the first one so I made it a little comic |D)

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In another timeline

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“We got ourselves a new Keg King, Harrington!”

“Yeah, eat it, Harrington.”

Steve pushed his sunglasses over his head, staring at the guy in front of him, with golden curls under the dim light of the room, beers dripping down his bare chest and stomach, making his skin glisten.

Billy Hargrove was his name, and he only knew it because he’d overheard it from Tina and Vickie when they were talking about his ass.

Blue eyes looked back at him, and Steve swallowed, tipping his chin up to exert confidence.

“Is that so?”

“Unless you wanna go against him,” Tommy quipped, egging him on further.

“So this is the King Steve everyone’s been talking so much about,” Hargrove said, taking a step forward. “I expected someone better looking at least.”

He widened his eyes, his lips parting in pure shock as Hargrove smirked at him, like the cocky asshole he was.

“And who is this?” His eyes darted away to Steve’s right side, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. “Why the long face?”

Before Steve could register what was going on—he could barely even react—Hargrove crossed the little space in the room, grabbing Nancy by the face, and he kissed her.

Steve’s stomach dropped at the sight, of Nancy clutching at Hargrove’s jacket, her nails digging into the leather. She didn’t push back, and Hargrove didn’t pull away.

And there Steve was, standing frozen on the spot like a stupid statue, watching some new guy kiss his girlfriend. Like an idiot.

The moment they broke away from each other, Steve finally found his voice to speak up about whatever had just happened.

“That’s my fucking girlfriend,” he murmured. “What the fuck, Hargrove?”

“Oh, shit,” Hargrove said, turning to him with the corner of his lips turning up. “Sorry, man, guess I gotta make it even now.”

He flattened his hand on Steve’s chest, shoving him against the wooden surface, before he kissed him.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement, and to say he didn’t enjoy it would be a complete lie.

Hargrove’s lips were soft against his, and wet, tasting of beer and smoke. Their mouths slotted together, and Steve found himself moving on his own, returning the kiss with the same passion Hargrove put into it.

No wonder Nancy didn’t push him away, because Hargrove kissed like a god, like he wanted to drink down the sound Steve made and consume him whole. It felt almost too forbidden for him to want more of it.

He splayed his hands on Hargrove’s sternum, feeling his damp and warm skin underneath his fingers, gliding them up to the curls of his hair and tugging at them, dragging out a low groan from the other guy.

The music was still blasting in the house, and he could hear the faint sound of surprise from some people around him, but he truly could care less. All he wanted was to kiss Hargrove.

“Don’t you dare,” Steve whispered against his lips when Hargrove pulled away, attempting to break off the kiss.

“Just taking a breath, Harrington. Don’t intend on stopping any time now.”

The smirk was sly, almost predatory, and Steve claimed his lips in another kiss. Deeper this time, with tongue, and he could taste Hargrove more clearly, feel his body flushing against him more warmly.

Hargrove’s hands were sliding down his sides, pulling at the belt of his jeans to haul him closer. The kiss was fervent and hot, stirring something in the pit of his stomach, and Steve did nothing but keep Hargrove close to him.

He didn’t want to let him go, or to end what was going on, which surprised him, to put it mildly.

Well, until something shattered loudly, and Steve finally yanked himself away from Hargrove’s incredibly tempting lips.

It was just some guy, apparently, who broke a precious vase in Tina’s kitchen, now listening to her scolding while he wiped his hands on the white cloth he was wearing, burping out a drunken sound instead of apologizing.

He looked back at Hargrove, at the pair of blue eyes that were fixed on him, at his swollen lips, and he was very aware of how Hargrove’s hands were still on his waist.

Of course, once he reeled back into reality, he remembered what had happened, and who was here.

He turned to look at Nancy, who was staring directly at them with her mouth slack and her eyes widening. The look of betrayal painted her face.

“Nance,” he uttered. “Nancy, wait, I can explain. I didn’t—”

“You know what?” Nancy held her hands up in the air, shutting him up instantly. “Have him, Hargrove.”

“What?”

“Yeah, take him, whatever. I don’t care. You look better together anyway.”

“Okay, let me get this straight,” Hargrove said. “You’re giving me your boyfriend?”

“Why not? Seems like you two get along well, especially with that kiss,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “And I will go get drunk. Have fun.”

When she turned on her heels and walked away, Steve looked back at Hargrove with a scoff.

“Did she just break up with me?”

“You did kiss me, Harrington.”

“You kissed her first! And she liked it!”

“What? Are you saying you didn’t?”

His words faltered in his mind, and he gulped. “I…did not say that.”

“Good, I was hoping for that answer,” Hargrove said, cocking his head to the side. “Wanna go to the bathroom and finish what we were doing?”

“What? Now?”

“Unless you don’t want to.”

Hargrove withdrew his hands from his waist, and Steve frowned. He looked around the room, and no one was paying attention to them at all. Even Nancy was standing in the kitchen, chugging down the alcohol while Byers talked to her.

His heart drummed in his chest, and Hargrove was still waiting for him, patiently, with that damned smirk on his face, like he already knew what Steve was going to do.

He groaned, grabbing Hargrove by the wrist. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

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Oh, you haven't heard?

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They really could have had Billy survive, get a lift back to California with the Byers but then voluntarily return to Hawkins to help the group

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Are we ever gonna talk about the fact that Billy straight up lied to Neil and Susan about Max's whereabouts, even though he knew full well she was off somewhere with Lucas?

He literally told Karen he went to Lucas's house first because he thought she was there. But he lied to Neil and said he didn't know where she went, even though he had a good idea of where she would be.

Susan's child is missing, she's clearly worried, and he deliberately withheld information.

This is the face of man who is about to lie.

"I'm sure she just, I dunno, went to the arcade or something. I'm sure she's fine."

You know where she is. And you're covering it up.

And he wasn't even concerned. He only got mad because it caused him problems.

I'm sure he was protecting himself and Max at that moment, Not only did he withhold information, he didn't bother to cooperate with Neil and Susan in any way that would help them find Max either.

Why do you think that is

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the duffers: billy is the worst human villain we could imagine

(videogame) billy: get me a soft pretzel or get out of my pool

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The Duffers really fumbled the bag big time. They could have had passive aggressive still in recovery Billy being dragged around by the older teens against his will because he has a connection to Vecna and can sense him like Will.

Billy not wanting to leave the trailer but hearing/seeing what happened to Chrissy because he was smoking out his window so of course he tries to help them clear Eddie's name. Billy making snarky comments and getting humbled but pulling "I almost died for you shit heads" so they all shut up. Billy who goes to dive into the lake before they all stop him and he begrudgingly let's Steve jump in instead but not before they have a back and forth about who's the best swimmer. Billy who is closer with Max but is being targeted by Vecna for his guilt of all the MF victims so he isn't fully there yet.

Billy who acts like everything is fine and he's so over it all but he's actually guilt ridden, miserable and terrified. Billy who isn't healed physically or mentally but he's getting there. Billy who has to earn his trust and forgiveness for what he did and does it of his own free will. Billy who apologises to Steve while they're exploring the Creel House. Billy who apologises to Lucas while in the RV. Billy who has a moment with Max before he gets used as bait.

Give me Neil hunting him down in the Creel house instead of Billy chasing Max. Give me a horde of victims marching towards him in the parking lot of the Mall where he goes to try and process his grief and trauma. Give me Max putting music on because she knows exactly what song he would need to hear. You could even keep Kate Bush it still works.

Dacre would have ate this shit right up and shat out an Emmy.

Billy could have been the most impressive developed character in the show but no...nevermind

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All mine

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Biter

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"I feel so normal about him" well I dont. move