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it’s always correct to make steve weirder and more fucked up

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I have a vision, ok?

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Billy stealing Heather’s clothes

it's his now, she can't have it back.

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A Steve who loves peanut butter, and usually eats it right out of the jar with a spoon (because he's home alone a lot and no one is there to judge him for it), vs a Billy who ALSO loves peanut butter but who won't let himself have it because it isn't healthy and it's a waste of money and he's put too much work into looking as good as he does, and he doesn't want to ruin it for sweets.

The solution? Kissing Steve after every spoonful of peanut butter, of course. That way, Billy gets the taste of peanut butter, AND kisses from Steve. Win-win, really.

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Billy is aggressive. Just not in the way Steve thought.

They're on the couch, a little tipsy after a few cans of beer. Billy's close and his mullet's a mess. Steve can't resist, just lets his hand wander. He's stroking Billy's hair, slowly scratching his scalp. Holding his breath the whole time.

Billy moves. Steve stops. Billy knocks his head back against Steve's hand. He makes a noise, almost a growl.

"Don't you dare to fucking stop," he grumbles.

Steve hides his grin and does as he's told. He knows Billy will deny it all in the morning.

It's a pattern, Steve notices. He shows Billy affection, Billy demands it and then pretends it never happens.

Steve likes to cuddle. Billy does, too, but of course he can't just ask for it.

"Stop tossing around," Billy groans, when they're in bed for like two minutes and Steve was just getting comfortable.

He doesn't complain though, because there are Billy's arms around him, pulling him closer. Billy snores into his ear and it's somehow easier to fall asleep.

When he's at Dustin's and his cat rubs against his leg, demanding ear scratches until she gets bored and fucks off, Steve can't help to see the similarity.

"You're a cat," he tells Billy, when his boyfriend sits on the kitchen counter and waits for him to finish making dinner. Steve never thought he would get bullied into making spaghetti with meatballs, because Billy can't say he likes it like a normal person.

Billy scrunches his nose. "I'm not a pet."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Sure, you're way too dangerous for that. Get down, you know the rules."

Billy scoffs at him, but gets from the counter.

Later, when they're in bed and Billy's draped all over him, Steve scratches him behind his ears. Billy's chest rumbles. He purrs.

Steve grins. He's so right.

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Listen, I know Black Hat Villain Steve wasn't even a big focus in @teddywesworl 's fic "Dissonance Theory" but iT JUDT MADE SUCH A PRETTY IMAGE IN MY HEAD 🫠 so I drew him 👀

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just realized I haven't posted this here 🦇🩸

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I love you, it's ruining my life

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That brat instinct really jumped out- oh, sorry, I meant cat instinct (no i didin't)

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Honestly the funniest thing I have ever titled something.

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They’re so high and in love

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POV: you entered Scoop's Ahoy and this is the first thing you see

(Unpolished) Steve's Sylveon because he totally had an Eevee and he loved her so much that she evolved into a Sylveon.

She just eats ice cream and spends time gossiping with Robin. She keeps stealing Steve's hat (he doesn't use it anyway). She'll 100% stare at ppl who try to flirt with Steve (the only exception is Billy)

Don't get fooled by the cute face, she's a proud demodogs slayer 🗡️

#steve buddy you really gotta stop getting pokemon who eat your ice cream stock- #GO SYLVEON GET THAT KILL COUNT #i would buy from her

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season 2 canon divergence where instead of just blowing Max off when she doesn’t show at the end of the day Billy does actually go looking for her.

But instead he finds El, fresh off seeing Mike and Max in the gym and nursing that bitter little sting. So when Billy's like, "Hey kid, you seen a loudmouth redhead around?" she lies and says no.

Billy quickly picks up that this kid is pretty odd and he's like, "You good? Where are your parents?"

"Papa's dead. I live with Jim now. He said not to leave the cabin. No one’s supposed to know." says El, and big ol alarm bells go off in Billy’s head.

"Can't belive I'm saying this, but I think we need to go to the police." he says.

"Jim's a police man."

Of course he fucking is. Creepy fucking nowheres-ville, ass-backwards goddamn town. "Okay, what about your mom? Any idea where she is?"

So Billy helps her track her mom down and then goes with her to Chicago to find her sister, because something absolutely fucked is clearly going on, and then he's in on the Hawkins happenings.

They show up at the Byers together and him and Max are like, "What are you doing here?!"

anyway, I think that'd be fun.

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Come here !

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Donation request from @magniloquent-raven based on their fic A Symphothy Played Just For Me

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Me? Writing more Pokemon AU? More likely than you think (Thank Harle for this)

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“Steve! Can you go get the new shipment? I’m a little-” Robin shouts as she rushes past him, Steve poking his head out from where he was counting the waffles cones. Vanillite floats after her, only stopping as Robin disappears into the still quiet mall.

Steve rolls his eyes, Vanillite floating over to him with a curious look. “Come on bud, you’re coming with me.”

Vanillite smiles, already darting away with Steve walking right behind the floating Fresh Snow Pokemon. Steve walks through the back to reach the loading docks. The truck was already unloading, the worker hiding a smile behind his hand as a Machoke carried boxes after boxes down from the refrigerated back.

“Which one are you here for?”

“Scoops Ahoy.”

“Right, then sign here for me please.” He holds out a clipboard, Steve signing his name down before he’s directed to Scoops Ahoy’s crate. “Have a nice day!”

Steve waves back at him with a cordial smile, approaching the box. Vanillite plops right on top of the sealed box with her little nub hands gripping the edge, Steve waving her off. “You’re not much help carrying, bud.” He waves one of the Machoke workers over, the purple Pokemon walking over. “Help me get this on a cart, can you?”

The Machoke nods, picking up the box and following after Steve. There were spare carts hanging out by the entrance back into the mall, Steve taking ahold of one while the Machoke set the box down. “Thanks Machoke.”

Machoke makes a noise that Steve takes as a ‘You’re welcome’, Vanillite opening the door open for Steve to push the box inside. He grunts as he pushes it through. It felt heavier than usual. His boss must have ordered double or something.

Really, he’s not paid enough for this extra labour, but what can he do.

Eventually he gets the cart close enough that he can begin unloading the box into the fridge until it was ready to be brought out.

Steve opens the box, only to jump when a blue head pops out of it.

“Cub?” The pokemon says, Steve on the ground staring at the box. Vanillite floats over, prodding the stowaway on the head.

Steve’s brows furrow as he lets his heart stop beating so fast, his brain catching up to him a moment later. It was a Cubchoo blinking back at him from the box. Steve stands up, sighing and wiping down his butt before looking down at the Cubchoo. The Cubchoo sniffs loudly, Steve pressing his lips together as he watches its mucus bounce. “How’d you get in there? Wait-” Steve reaches in, lifting the small bear out to look at the tubs of ice cream. The Cubchoo doesn’t fight him, its little legs kicking idly as Steve held it.

“Seriously?! You ate the coffee ice cream?” Steve says, looking between the busted tub and the Cubchoo.

Cubchoo just sniffles again, Steve holding it away from him. Vanillite floats around them, making light tinkling noises like she was giggling. She floats down to the open tub, poking at the coffee tub.

“I hope coffee isn’t, like, bad for you. I really hope so,” Steve says.

“Cub…” The Cubchoo says, Steve setting Cubchoo down on the ground. His hands go right to his hips, staring down at the small bear.

“What am I gonna tell Robin, huh?”

“Tell me what?”

Steve jumps, spinning around. Robin raises an eyebrow at him before her eyes catch the Cubchoo. “Uh, Steve?”

“Robin.”

Robin points down at the Cubchoo. “What is that.”

“A Pokemon.”

“Oh. Wow. So smart of you I could have never guessed,” Robin sarcastically says. “Why is it here.”

Steve only points down at the open box in response, Robin walking over and looking in. She groans. “Really?”

“Really. You think it somehow got in?”

Robin reaches in, pulling out the destroyed tub. She sticks her tongue out, tossing it on the closest surface. Cubchoo wanders right over to it, staring up at the tub with twinkling eyes.

“Well, luckily there’s two tubs in here. Here’s hoping nobody buys out our coffee before next time.”

“Here’s hoping.” Steve mumbles. “What are we gonna do about the Cubchoo though?”

Robin shrugs. “Hope it doesn’t eat us out of our jobs?”

“You hear that? Don’t you dare eat us out of our jobs.”

The Cubchoo looks at them, sniffling again and pointing to the tub.

Steve stares at it before throwing his arms up. “Alright fine you can have the rest of the tub.”

Cubchoo cheers, Robin snorting.

“Softie. Now hurry up, the ice cream is gonna melt!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Sheesh, that’s why Vanillite is here! To keep things cold!”

“At least she’s more help than you are!”

“Hey I take offence to that.”

Robin cackles, pulling out tubs from the box and taking them to the walk-in, Vanillite happily dancing over the box and keeping it cold.

Steve hands Cubchoo the tub, Cubchoo digging in happily.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #Vanillite is Scoops Ahoy Property until Robin practically adopts her as her own by the way #bears like coffee by the way its truth